Back to Start, Written 2/1/15

Back to Start

Now I can barely see through all my tears

As you prepare the final words I'll hear
come splashing, Crashing down like all my fears

Now the end I chose not to see comes near.

Now we know that what goes up must come down

and gravity's effect is no surprise.

But I wonder through my disfigured frown

from where did these tears come to wet my eyes?

The mind knows not why feelings thus are born,

and cannot make them come or go, it seems.

Perhaps the heart is source of love and fear

Pumping the life blood of you in my dreams

And blood, Pumped up or down, goes back to start

Back, like you, where it belongs, in my heart.