I Live in a Heart of Porcelain

I live in a heart of porcelain
With tiny glass windows
Bejewelled with cracks.
Emotions slide away
Through tiny glass windows
Beady traitors of chance,
Spellbound by a glance.

I live in a heart of porcelain
Where gentle things grow,
Unfettered by the world's raised brow.

I live in a heart of porcelain
Where wild things roam
A fragile existence,
Of a still unwritten tome.

Sometimes

Sometimes, heart strings utter the truth,
Sometimes, lines of the forehead do.
An elusive willowy figure,
Truth evades us until it doesn't.

A dance of mystery and longing
A circling ghost
in the city of the blinding
What a majestic sight it is!