Floating HeArt

Floating HeArt

My heart is like a little boat
that is tied within the rope
beside a rough wooden jetty
in a small lake
beneath the shiny sun

it'S waiting to be untied
by someone who want to ride
in the centre of the lake
Waiting as it can be
for many hours,days and night
yet the right person
hasn't appear

My heart,as it may seem
doesn't have a paddle
to row and move it
where can the paddle be?
oh yes..it belong to a person
who hasn't come out

The little boat
stood still
undying yet suffocating
suffers from the ill
of emptiness

Spring comes,autum spreads
winter frost,summers glitter
but,
the boat still stood
waiting for the right person
paddling in the centre of the lake

As the boat wait,
the rope suddenly loose
from nowhere came the rusty wind
floating the boat away
away from the jetty
to the centre of the lake

floats and floats and floats,
with no paddle..
untill it had come to the centre
laying still
silently

will someone reach for it?
or ignore it?
the boat doesn't know
all it knows
it needs a PADDLE
to row it back
to where it comes

The boat who reflect the heart
believed
it will sink in a minute of time
forever and yet never come back
to where it belong


My heart is like a little boat
that is tied within the rope
beside a rough wooden jetty
in a small lake
beneath the shiny sun

THE END.