Sway

Old fears fly around in the room at night, like little flies buzzing in the ear:

“is too risky to leave the heart outside, it can get broken and it could hurt…”

Those naive flies! They don’t know is too late. This heart doesn’t fit inside anymore, and won’t hide again.

Because now we know is worth it (when marimba rhythms start to play…)

the music sounds better when the heart is dancing (dance with me, make me sway)

following the wind (like a lazy ocean hugs the shore)

moving around slowly (hold me close, sway me more)

July 5th/2017