150. One Of A Kind

One’s heart may sing

when the loudest of minds

may no longer think.

Quiet, content;

all noise is absent. 

The mind sits,

and waits a while.

Perhaps it’s asleep,

while the heart

finds itself awake.

Curious, each seems,

while one’s awake,

the other’s in a dream,

and the dreamer’s imagination

is bursting at the seams,

no matter what one believes.

And I find them unique,

the mind and heart,

how one is kind,

and the other is art,

and neither’s bleak. 

And as each may feel,

only one is truly real;

and the other is surreal.

Though, to tell them apart

would be to ruin their art.

As together, truthfully,

both the heart and mind

make up a one of a kind.