a hole in my heart
6-1-2012
insp. Schubert - Allegro
moderato
there was a cold winter
with bitter rain, all froze
a favorite tree of a boy,
split equally in fours;
a thunderous noise, its fall
he overstepped his fallen brethren
and wondered if ever his heart could
fill
or else wander forever until he decayed
and pondered how else to fill this
hole;
years passed until he felt complete
the young sapling grew from his father
(a giant maple or oak split in fours)
and grew as quick as the boy (year by
year)
until one day it stood the height it
once was;
the man, no longer a boy, rejoiced that
day
but this time was not to pass at
present
for the young sapling was developing,
growing and multiplying its forearms
rapidly
and who knew if ever its growth would
cease;
the young man grew uneasy at the tease
this heart had begun to fill once more
with the rapid extension of tree limbs,
yet something was never quite right-
would he see young trunk to fruition?;
he could perhaps wander forever
his future unknown, like the oak
he dreamed of success and rapid
ascendance,
all he could do was dream- nothing more
for who knew when he would be satiated;
his past habits did not satisfy wholly
a light he saw before him
questions, answers intertwined unfolded
before his very eyes but short-sighted
was he
and not able to perceive the nature of
knowledge;
bewildered, he stumbled through valleys
though exhaustion claimed his senses
he could but reach out with long limbs,
drawing the world with his fingertips
the expansive maze grew clearer;
few truths dawned on his young mind
- James P McCabe Part
1 End
