I lay on her chest,
falling a victim of the lullaby that her heartbeat sings.
Is it for me that it races so fast like the wild wind on the open pastures?
Or is it for some other cause that her breath fights the battles of the soul?
I know now, that beating heart has no master,
as no rein can hold it and no man can tame it…
It runs wild, rapid and free,
Like the flow of the sea,
Unpredictable, unshackled and unsustained…
A mere admirer of the unobtainable…