your heart beat is very slow

said and said and said of me

why should it not be, I want to ask

the rhythm carries so much

birth death joy grief over again and again

her face so beautiful the last I hugged her

beauty that makes it catch, stop, start once more

a mountain stream never running smooth

but stuttering on every rock in its glorious rush

shades deep like hollows deep like shadows

dark like the depths of her eyes

so why should my heart want to go any faster

I can never catch up to her now