SCALES OF THE HEART

Winds of impulse beckon
rising as predators in soaring quest,
taking one to heaven on crystal sighs
or the bowels of darkness in descending flight.

Clinging to the frayed and feeble level of lucidity,
soul feels the talons of day and night's charms
ripping at one's fragile grasp of reality,
praying gravity of demons won't strip away feathers.

Juggling the heart's scale on a precarious tray of values
hoping it never falls off, along with one's will.