Loves Tattoo
The brevity of life astounds me
As I question everything with a burning need
Must it all be ordinary, so dull and transient?
What is missing, what am I trying to feed?
And as I work through my day, in mindless ways
I find myself drawing the shape of my heart
Sketching it into the powdery dust of my dresser top
A fleeting piece of art
Following my fingertips in this chosen medium
Watching them turn dirty and gray
I realize I’m contemplating the tedium
And the meaning of my life, my mission,
As I play
It's love, I know
It’s all I am and can be
It’s all there is or ever was
Love is in everything I see
And like my dusty childlike scribbles
It can be made and wiped away, in seconds blown apart
I'd much prefer my love, tattooed in ink
Forever on the heart
©Cornelia Mattioli aka Flying Angel 2015
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