Tearing Open

Tearing open a brand new heart, feels like a song might start. First comes static, first comes rain, then come again the sounds and sane. A holiday preached the night, like breaching whales sing at night. A melody begins to hum, a feeling churning, honey comes. A resting ego meets his maker, the rest is her-story, go, don’t take her. The life of passion sinks the heart and mind does follow sink the dark. A so from lost comes back the well, a cup of golden chalice spell. The cup exists all life, contained between a bowl and I.