My heart is made foolish
Feeble and young,
Made to be
Any form you imagine
For like soft red clay
Sticking to my ankles
As I laze on the river bed
You roll me over
Back and forth
Your fingers my judge
My artist and my muse
My savior.

A heart made foolish
Composed of hope
And dreams
Baked sturdy and strong
By days in
Your unrelenting sun