The heart is not a metaphor in this poem.

…that seek the stars.

I long for strength
as creeping age….

Thieving light.

Expressing Myself Poetically.

This poem is to stir the young who will ultimately be the change maker of my country. The young people can stand against all ill practices and bring peace and justice for my beloved country.

Call my name, I’ll be there.

A poem about how it takes real vision sometimes to see and realize what dreams there might be upon the mind’s horizon.

Oh! Take me back to the start…

Metaphors serve to add spice to poetry, the figurative nature of which is intrinsically a matter of choice.