The tumult in the heart
Waits for answers
Keeps asking real questions
And in the same tone of voice
It whispers, the only answer is love/
These conversations keep starting
And there is only us
The tumult in the heart
Is an eternal equation
Meant for two, like beating the same
With the same meaning of a life
Waiting for news of some Beloved
The tumult in the heart/
Is as old as the world
She converses with every part of
My body, your body, our world
The tumult in the heart
Waits for children to speak
Our children, no one could tell the difference
Whose children these were
For they were hybrids of the new world.
Wuji Seshat 