I've placed my heart among leaves on a hill
it aches in my chest how long I've been kept from it against my will
but its true that there have been many an hour
when the ache has been sweet though I've claimed it to be sour

for longing for something that cannot be taken
that cannot be ripped, that won't be forsaken
for something I trust, for something that's mine alone
a land where I am the queen on an invisible throne

that longing does ache but without desperation
so that my heart though it yearns can afford hesitation
stop between beats and change its direction
till the moment when time and soul meet in perfection

I will stand on my hill, I will meet every wind
I will open my chest and proclaim that I've sinned
that I've not spent every minute waiting
not shivered in my spine each day anticipating

but the time that I let my thoughts wander
someplace other than here, or just simply to sqaunder
has emptied my chest, given it space to breath and rise
room to insight, return is better than what I could fantasize