The heart is a muscle
The heart is a fist
it’s strong and it’s wary,
this beast in my breast.
My heart has been sleeping
My heart has dreamed dreams –
It wakens, now, flexing,
it growls and it gleams.
My heart is gone hunting,
My heart leads me on
Through starless dark forests,
on quick heavy paws.
My heart wants for nothing;
I turn and head north.
Halfway North 