Night Heart
The heart that beats at night is blind
It sees not out through open conscious eyes
It sees the fragments the mind creates in its dreamings
The madness, the fears, the pain, sorrow, joy, and happiness
It beats to the sense of flying
It flutters at the sensation of falling
It starts and stops
All this while you sleep
You cannot know what the night heart sees
It sees darkness and disconnection
It sees love and loves lost
It beats bravely on with hardly a notice
What does the night heart know that it is not telling?
