Consecrated Heart by Mike Williams 01/16/2016 @ 10:58 P.M.

What secrets lie within the jewel case that beats? 
Rapping, tapping, pulsation of flesh, 
With trembling rythems that ever repeats, 
And hope in its well remaining fresh. 

Wherefore I return again and sustained, 
Silent, listening for grains to gleen, 
The stores of my love constantly contained, 
Joyful, pleasant, and tempered serine. 

Traped like a bird within its gilded cage, 
Singing and stretching its wings to dart, 
Perched and clinging against life's rails of rage, 
Shut inside my consecrated heart.