Where Then The Heart
By Aliana Alani ©2019
Here they are now –
Veils lifting, slowly, gently
Like the flutter of angelic wings
Whispering in clear air.
Softly, a sunlight enters –
Early morning dusting of
Luminescent light, golden
Essence particles, divine and shimmering.
And where are we
In these moments of discovery?
Looking out, heart open, eager and expectant,
Or hard-pressed to the cacophony
Floor of drama and despair?
Are we searching for crumbs
Or infinite possibilities?
Where then the heart, in these moments
Of whisperings and glimmerings,
Lovely! Where then the heart, indeed?