Has My Heart Gone To Sleep

Has my heart gone to sleep?

Have the beehives of my dreamsstopped working, the waterwheelof the mind run dry,scoops turning empty,only shadow inside?

No, my heart is not asleep.

It is awake, wide awake.

Not asleep, not dreaming—its eyes are opened widewatching distant signals, listeningon the rim of vast silence.