Anahata

Ottava Rima

Dear life, what a surprise it is to dine

around a rapid pulse who breathes to need,

after the swig, which combines for a wine;

the groove or the mood silences the plead

for a wiser dove whose beauty entwines,

or rewinds to a lesser time, indeed.

The old is new, and new is old for spite,

til’ life’s lovers hold champion requite.