Be Still My Beating Heart

Be still my beating heart
It’s only the setting sun
With its fiery orange hues
Tinged with scarlet and indigo
They’re the colours of a day that’s done
Be still my beating heart
It’s only the setting sun

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Be still my racing blood
It’s only the ocean wide
Its waves unfurling liquid lace
Onto my upturned, sun-warmed face
As I leap into the rushing tide
Be still my racing blood
It’s only the ocean wide


Be still my aching breast
It’s only a trail in the greenwood glade
Hemmed on the edges with wild flowers
Glistening in the wake of a spring shower
It’s only the whispering leaf dappled shade
Be still my aching breast
It’s only a trail in the greenwood glade


Be still my breathless lungs
It’s only the afternoon sky
With a rainbow that has looped around
The azure blueness like a crown
A beautiful palette of pastel dyes
Be still my breathless lungs
It’s only the after-rain sky


Be still my quickening breath
It’s only the lover’s first kiss
You’ve been on that road before
You’ve flown where the eagles soar
And also curled up where the earthworms live
Be still my quickening breath
It’s only the sweetheart’s first kiss


Be still my beating heart
It’s only the setting sun
The mystical ocean and the greenwood glade
The after-rain sky and the lover’s kiss
It’s the enchantment that nostalgia has spun
Be still my beating heart
It’s just life in perpetual thrum.

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About the Writer
Mahvash considers herself somewhat of a “serial corporate rut absconder”.  Only because a sabbatical that was to last a year, has turned to eight, and she still see no end in sight.  Before that, Mahvash worked in the Financial Services Industry.   When she’s not writing, she’s fussing in her head, over ideologies of social justice and equality, with superhero twists! Mahvash has previously published a book of short stories and three books in a children’s series.

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Weblog: theroamingdesi.org