The Truest Heart Poem by Paul Seay

Fly, my little friend -creature of wind and wood, -most will never notice, or give a glance if one could, but I take note your flight -and realize  brotherhood. For we both alike, fly  silent -misunderstood.

The mellow moth's erratic wings flutter with hope inside, he has a heart like ours, -seeking light in all his life. To see the shining ray, his thoughts are on the night, he is a dreamer by day, just as I throughout my life

Few lie among open plains and look the eyes of grassy knolls, but a world lives beneath -where a story is to be told.
And those whom part the barley may find some beautiful soul, it's just below our feet, -where the truest hearts will know.

There are castles in the fields raised high of dirt and soil, that evade the reasons of man -without purpose of riches or spoils. Ants love their kingdoms and Queen, and remain forever loyal.

I hold them kindred spirits whom roam the world aware, that all things come both grand and small -in the presence of something compared. And only without measure are the arts within our essence, and our  heart's deepest affairs.

A stallion (cloudy white) , comes to graze above their town, the sun silhouettes his brilliance -he shades the Queens crown. A ballet, are his hoofs, dancing tenderly on the ground, he wants to hurt them not, -a humble beauty without bounds.

Certain spirits roam alone that have strayed from the herd, but there's an understanding we own, that cannot be met with words. And once upon a lifetime we may grow to meet our worth, when held by only one, whom was created for us, on earth.

Our hands are held beneath twilight in the midst of cricket's song, they too are moved by music, -we are due to sing along. I may forget a lyric while the band is playing on, but word-for-word I know your spirit, and the love that led me to dawn...

Even now should the world remain foreign and afar, we may conquer that together -my one truest heart.