Measure of Heart

Such as the taken is a focus of soul
Never to be based on the merits of old
If anything it is something to be warranted
Something if anything was a whisper of culture
Just a hint over the piece of the little hearth
Only the whisper of the hint of a dance
Take it whole and there it is long
Where as we measure and hug the secretive soul

What is the balance and the brief in an embrace of mirth
If only to have and to take on the terse, sobering responses from world views
That which can be measured in small access to mind over matter
These facts are so long and far, as they are hallowed
Like a point on a map that matters to most
And just like others soon turns out to boast
So many mentions taken from man
Yet the deed and the act go hand in hand
With places that mean things to others
And yet are as small and signifcant inside

It is but the measure

Measure of a Heart.