A song from within

A song from within

In the wilderness of my aching heart,
amidst bushy thorns and pricks,
There is a rhythmic cry of parrot,
Secretly ,serenely creoles but not to the Surfaces,
those in the surface, feel and face the threat,
of the world’s animal instinct grit.
I know you are the Palladium from within
Gyrating of a motive serene,
In the wilderness of my heart,
You are stolid and flaunt .