Inside pulsating heartbeats,
my passions live,
tweaked by words that whisper
encouraging excavation
into craven of thought.

Passions expand,
as words get corralled
and steed-like visions
jump high
sparking ideas
for written word.

Inside pulsating heart,
my passions live
in crystalized vessel  
I call home.

A place to plant
a garden of dreams
harbor
my Journal filled
with flowering poems
ready for harvest.