My Heart Sings

My heart sings,

like the birds outside,

of the tunes of spring

and a mirthful stride.

 

My soul rises,

like the bright dawn,

to escape a demise

brought by a yawn.

 

My being flies

into true gladness;

I cast my eyes

away from pure sadness.

 

Destruction and death

may be what I write,

but, more, I savor the breath

of my soul’s life.