murmur

the bell that I hear in the distance
from it,the air ruffles the tree
branches in front of my window
i see the ripples
of life trading energies

so sorry is the soul with a past
and with a conceited heart
that has had a murmur from birth
is it or is it not my fault, my heart
does not complete a beat?

from my coldness
who gets cheated of kindness?
is it me or is it you?
maybe with my half heart beats and short steps
in double time i will be less cruel?

seeing the flicker  of my shadow on the door
i realize i have come home again
from inside my own house,
it is always the longest way to
circumvent ones own heart

and the path to ones soul
is even harder to find
but you can only get to mine
from the back fire escape by the door
you always pass on the way
to the bathroom