Tremble the Heart

As the gentle wind, it softly wisps,

Its secrets cold and brisk.

The sky is blue and lightly clouded,

The morning is aloft sorrounded.

By fading stars and a red white moon,

As the men and women swoon.

For lonliness has a broken heart.

And in depth its music starts,

As soliloquy should tremble,

The voices of humanity.

Lost in the shaded paths of sympathy.