My Bit of a Heart

A muscle for a machine,
All rusty till its shins.
Sitting where no one could be seen,
Staring as lifeless as a tin.

Empty is in its body,
Only knots, bolts and gears so dusty,
Where webs spun up gladly,
Is a place locked down tightly.

Could this be the key?
A muscle you can't see,
Pumping life for thee,
Releasing joy with glee.

But Alas,
How can a heart fit in a tin.
When there's no one to put it in.
Impossible things you can only dream.
In a night filled with serene.

A muscle for a machine,
Still waiting for someone's time and will...


A peek inside my head.




Stranger Passing-By                                                                                                                     SP-B/03/22/12