My heart || wants to beat ||
like the wings || of the birds ||
that rise || from the lake || to the trees ||

My heart || wants to sigh ||
like a chime || that flies ||
from a church || on a breeze ||

To laugh || like a brook ||
when it trips || and falls ||
over stones || on its way ||

To sing || through the night ||
like a lark || who is learning to pray ||