Racing Hearts Go!

Entry by: writerGAKBUVWUMQ

13th February 2015
That hollow sound of a lone dog barking as the
late afternoon hovers greyly, perpetually, before
the twinkling of early evening, is timeless;
and is it the same heart that beats in me still
and has beat all this time without pause since
I was a child wondering about this empty time of
day and the dog, revelling in the soulless atmosphere? What else has kept a constant pulse all these
thirty years but that? It keeps on going and
I can't make it stop so I have to stay on dancing to
its rhythm, its occasional racing,
its signal to Go..!