Mute Heart

When I follow my heart,
I lose the morning sunlight,
When I listen to my thoughts,
my ambition transpires,
like a fire that burns
endlessly with a spark,

When my soul speaks,
it is alone and free,
when my heart leads
it cries and bleeds.

My intuition blooms
like a virgin with faith,
a sanction of truth
only God can betray.

When the obvious writes
what the heart can't see,
open the ears of fright,
Let the mind speak.