1.09.2016

Ceaseless Rhythm


Then,
  you find something
    in rhythm with
       your heart,

   and if you’re wise
 you’ll sing and dance
    with the beat,
 move forever
   in it’s incessant
   hum.

        Do not
forget, even for a second,
that sacred passion
  that makes
  each day
 excruciatingly
    happy
  and calm,
the passion that
    makes the beat
              go on…
                    and on.

No train beat
    can mimic it.

No birdsong
    can sing the day
   awake like it can.

 It steals me,
while morningtime
       breaks
         summer beats

and airplanes
sing their gothic
   songs.

My rhythm
     won’t stop
  until

     my poems

cease to be
      her breath.

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