Finding the deep

Finding the deep
The secrets
of the heart
within me

I am looking
for something
I knew was there
but I have lost it

It is among the weeds
of the soul
among the reeds
growing in my heart

It is pure
it knows what it is
and what it feels
and why it sings

Sings
with the trees
while they clap their hands
and shout with Joy at the beauty of the world

And this within me
cannot exist
within this decrepit shell
the man fails

There must be some way
to find it
and bring it back home
before it is too late