I left my heart there...MULU 2004

I left my heart there,

Where Abraham Lincoln too

Left his silhouette.

I am not famous,

Never will be,

My presumptuous act,

You must pardon me. 

I left my heart there, nevertheless. 

It needed to be molded and shaped,

Like the cascading limestone,

into intricate-delicately designed form.

I left my heart there.

Where a lady-in-waiting

praying over lost souls, trickling in.

Showers of blessings,

this tired heart, beckoning.

I left my heart

there,

in wait.

For its signal for flight,

Like the swift-lets and bats,

a showcase of delights.

I left my heart, there

In the Deer Cave,

to roam, relentless,

faceless...