The heart wants

Time slips:
sand through
my fingers

‘the heart wants,
what the heart wants’

they say,
but sometimes

my head aches
with this.

Summer follows
seasons, & this
summer is hot

with change:
sizzling, jittery,
it hurts like

new shoes.

Time hides
an avalanche
of tears

ego struggles
to survive &
all I can

surmise is

‘the heart wants
what the heart needs’

it is a mystery
but the flower
of my heart

is open.