Just Follow The Heart's Beat

Sweet memories can't stay,
Till dark and dull is through;
They with the air will play,
For day comes young - blue.
The fairy tales are still there,
In stories and the books;
Like the clouds everywhere,
Always have different looks.

The inside impaled images,
From the intelligent tree;
Has lived through its ages,
In the minds of you and me.
Like autumn's rusty blood,
With torn tongue that leaps;
Into earth's covered mud,
And there for times sleeps.

There comes a day clear,
That gives the breeze again;
Perhaps it's this next year,
Inspiration comes to men.
Just follow the heart's beat,
The roads are laid hidden;
In beds of nettles and wheat,
Where errors are forbidden.