A Poem Made By An Over-Active Mind Poem by Jane Quijano

Rest, my heart of your agitated beating,
Calm your pulsing and your dancing rhythm.
It is late and the day is almost done.

After all, the sumptuous food tasted so good
And the sparkling bubbles of red and white
Smoothly cleared away my diffidence!

You were the epitome of my youth
When my fingers played without ceasing
And old age were farthest from my mind.

Lifting my spirit with that music once again.
A taste of being; surprisingly with a tug, a hug;
Unbidden kiss for a wisp of breath on my hair!

Rest, my fast beating heart, my love;
Lest I forget, those were incendiaries
Of the evening -- and never should be mine.