The parlance of the heart
'Tis splendid, 'tis beautiful, 'tis
true!
But doesn't always say what we want
it to.
The parlance of the heart
Sings of Pleasure, Sings of Pain, Sings
of Passion!
But doesn't always hum the tune of compassion.
The parlance of the heart
Speaks not of ration, rhyme or reason,
But unclips the wings of your inner
season!
Palace of the Mind
The palace of the mind
Is a place we all live,
But 'tis not always kind.
The boundless walls cry out for more,
Taunting with thoughts of what's in
store.
The furniture 'tis not always soft and
sleek,
Sometimes, inside though, you feel quite
meek!
The ceilings rise to the immediate reaches
of your soul,
Imposing that continuing weight of another
coveted goal.
The palace of the mind
Is a place we all live,
And must learn to unwind!
