I Built a Heart Upon the Air

I built a heart upon the air,
Each breath a thread, each whisper fair,
A tapestry of hopes and dreams,
A vision born from love’s soft beams.

With fragile hands I wove each part,
A fragile thing, a fragile heart,
Through tears and laughter, joy and pain,
I shaped it in the softest rain.

I wove the threads from distant light,
From hopes that soared, from winds so bright,
I fashioned it of silken strands,
A promise placed in trembling hands.

Each note of hope, a golden strand,
I wove it high upon the land,
The breeze it swayed, the stars they sang,
As joy and sorrow softly rang.

But shadows rose to steal my dream,
And whisper words that coldly gleam,
That hearts of air must fall, must break,
For nothing pure can ever wake.

And though I hoped, I knew the sound—
Of my heart crumbling to the ground.
Could you see me? Could you know—
The weight of love, the weight of woe?

And still, I wait in quiet grief,
To find some solace, some relief,
Will you hear my quiet plea?
Or am I lost upon the sea?

The heart I built is all but dust,
It crumbles now, it turns to rust.
Will love remain or fade from sight?
Will hearts of air still take to flight?

I built a heart upon the air,
Each breath a thread, each whisper fair,
And though it’s gone, I still believe
In hearts that soar, and hearts that grieve.

For even when the threads are torn,
We rise again, reborn, reborn.
And though my heart may fall again,
I’ll build it once—then once again