Towards The Heart Poem by Michael Ardizzone

And I say if love shall turn to dust
and friends grow bored in lack of trust,
that we should away (most fleet of foot)
go towards the sunset-
go towards the the root.

And I say if pigeons should perch on your hand
and bankers should cherish a wallet of sand,
that we should go (not in greed or in lust) ,
go towards the heavens-
go towards our trust.

And I say if fools shall rule o'er this polity
and lovers grow bored of their frivolity,
that we should go (as the sun sets) ,
go towards our hearts
and away from our chests.