My Heart is a Labyrinth

I wake remembering your storm

no way to keep dry

how I’ve made a labyrinth

of my heart.

What is far away will draw you near.

You must enter

first, in order to leave you must enter

risk this storm

allow yourself to move near

uncertain if you will remain. Dry

off my heart

as you walk in, the labyrinth

will draw you near

show you how, in a labyrinth

it can still be impossible to keep dry.

There is only one place to enter

the exit which is this entrance a perfect storm.

Carry your heart

prepare for torrent and storm.

Your tears will dry.

That’s the beauty of this labyrinth

and your heart

always moving near

whether you choose to exit or enter

you know your heart

and mine, so near.

What arises after the storm

makes clear any labyrinth

will teach you when you enter

not to worry or scheme how to keep dry

but rather go in, ever closer and near

you already know this labyrinth

what it feels to be dry

the way you will enter

this storm.

Give over your heart.

My heart is a labyrinth

drawing you near as you enter

ready for a storm, in no need to keep dry.