Make up your heart

There must be something to poem about today.

Poem about those morning dreams that slipped away

From half closed eyelids drenched in sleep;

Poem about the floor so deep

That it pulls your love down to your feet

And makes your heart as soft as clay

As you step out of bed and say

May this be the day, oh, this is the day

My heart’s made up, I must obey.

There must be something to poem about today.

Poem about the rotten emptiness that wears away

A woman’s longing heart to sleep

Inside a sea of tears so deep

That she grew fish scales on her feet

And drowned inside her house of clay

Before she found the guts to say

I’ll take no more, this is the day

My heart’s made up, I must obey.

Oh, there must be something to poem about today

Poem about the heart that melts your heart away

And wakes the angels from their sleep

To sing the lovers song so deep

It burns beneath the dancing feet

Of sinner men with faith of clay

As they fall on their knees and say

I’d never thought I’d see the day

My heart’s made up, I must obey.

Dedicated to my little sister, with love.