WHERE MY HEART IS

Adventure is my thrill in life.
Hence why my heart beats in abnormal rythmns.
And constant wierd pulpitations,
That cause my pericadium muscles to scream for relief.
So my soul took it captive into an alien world.

Where no one can find and free it back to love of any kind.

This world is purple skies,green clouds,
No mountains no hills,
No moon no sun,
More gloom no fun.
Several trees sourround it, periphericaly encircled by a sea like river,
Of yellow waters,that you can't stare into.
The leaves are white inorder to reflect more of the glare of clashing colours so that you would'nt see it.

I can tell you how it looks like.
Its covered in a blue sheet,inside a metallic chest,
With no keyhole nor locks to break.
But you cannot see it so can you believe me?

Conflict of faith and hope,spread by winds of hate,
Hit and sway the trees,able to caress the sheet but unable to reach my stolen heart,
That only my soul can give account of,in its sealed state.

Wipe off your tears,woman.
You will never get to where my heart is,
Not unless your soul becomes my mate,
Only then can you penetrate through it all.

To touch my gentle,pure and safe heart,
Hold it in your soft impure insecure palms.
Once you intoxicate it too much I take it to another secret place.

When you ask for it,my soul will whisper,"that was where my heart was before,now it's gone."
Who will find it?

M.O.O aka Carswell evoL