A Fool’s Heart

A Fool’s Heart 

A March hare skips the heavy rocks 

Enchanted dogs ignore their knocks

And down the  slope I stumble miles  

A glimpse so rare looks back and smiles

I joked, she laughed with Bergman grace  

And tumbled through a dream filled space

Her temple met my sweaty brow 

I wonder where she's bounding now

A fool's heart jokes but can't tell lies

We'd walked a while past painted birds 

Hung out to dry they murmured words

I waited, wishing I were bolder

A warm palm beckoned  on my shoulder

Daft as a hatter’s comic face

Teased by spice clung on like lace

The gin and tonic gently slips

And as she speaks, I watch her lips

A fool's heart jokes but can't tell lies

The gate was open , well defined 

Yet blurred, unclear to my mind

We held a moment, lost my nerve

To kiss the kiss that she deserved

Back at the roots the mangroves grope

For optimism's cousin hope

A silent flight on saintly clouds

Echoes a night from concrete crowds

A fool's heart jokes but can't tell lies

To touch her hand to find the rope

To lift my soul back up the slope 

A wet dog looks for food and care

The tide went out he lost his hare

I search the stars through misty eyes

Ships in the night reach foreign skies

My stomach teased by butterflies

A fool's heart jokes but can't tell lies

A fool's heart jokes but can't tell lies

A fool's heart jokes and sometimes cries