Resilient to the onslaught of emotions,
it stands aloof in its bony cloak of eccentric grooves
red pride radiating from its diverging chambers.
Life twists around, never willing to stray afar
gurgling among the crimson waves.
The human heart -the mark of a race
A remarkable, pulsating dam
finding comfort in its own stoic lyrics
mindfully keeping the rhythms alive.
It never could identify its beginning
for it was born with the compulsion to throb
nor does it care to learn
the direction of the end of time’s tunes.
Inevitability of its thuds, a lesson to boredom’s youth.
Braving the swirling illusions of the universe,
it keeps within the limits of love and play
amidst the fickleness of its seasons.
To begin to question may cause an isoelectric line
detrimental to human existence.