Still My Foolish Heart

Everything I needed to know 
was foretold in
the flatline fatigue
of your smile.
Still the same,
a resolute heart is allowed
to hear the background beat
of deepening thunder masquerade
as melodic melodies.

Wind still brings me
whispers of your softness,
touching me with laminated layers
of beauty like a radiant
mountain flower
daring to bloom above
the barren tree-line.

When I forget to forget,
I still feel your warmth
soothe my anxious soul,
clear my mind,
and gently reset
my compass.

I have not yet found
whatever the hell
I wander for,
but still I keep to my quest
for the glory of amour,
and that has to count
for something.