matters of the heart

You spoke poetic words encircling our hearts

          and in that moment my heart stopped in recognition of

                             the shining space in which I stood

          a fleeting shimmer of the unfamiliar

                   the rapture lingering

                             enticing me further toward

                                      the luminescence 

                     that riant indication

                             that there are more things than that which meets the eye

          a brilliance sparked from within

                             a momentary enchantment

                    and

now the task of making sense

          with no past gleaned knowledge

                             of the portals’  locations to such regions of the heart

                   the entrance to these uncharted territories

                             discovered only through

                                      an impassioned quest

my ‘better judgment’ warning me of the intrinsic dangers

                             in such seeking involving matters of the heart

                   the heart must lie ‘open and ready’

          the only state through which

                   this internal light may shine forth

                             illuminating the way

. . .

the best is yet to come