The longings of the heart
phantoms and wraiths
ill-conceived; birthed in concupiscence.
The heart, a beautiful, fragile thing.
Leading one toward the Good
radiating the True.
Or leading you to a gaping maw, the Pit, where
“Follow your own star,” they say.
What foul blasphemy spews from seemingly innocent heart.
Follow your star, the desire of your heart, no matter the cost.
Is this wisdom or deceit from the Pit?
Infidelity springs a joy that is fleeting–lasting but a moment
leading to drowning waters … pulling both to the deep, dark heavy depths.
Are not Francesca and Paolo the archetype?
Be warned when the heart leads toward darkness, despite the feeling of mirth.