By  
Date: 23 February 2000

Questioning Heart

The never ending vines of life tangle through my heart.
Questions unanswered, songs unheard, as another day dawns.
The vines grow thicker, weaving their way through my very soul,
Sucking the life from my trapped existance.
Pulling me back from the stars that I search for, and the heavens I dream of.
Retracing my steps, the vines wrap around my lonely existance,
with a protectiveness that overwhelms me,
and peace enfolds my ...questioning heart
Awaiting you.