Melody, you flow over,
asking for a dance.
Your caress overwhelms
disabling these thoughts.
Harmony, how you blend,
welcoming the we.
Persuasion is your power,
as it disappears difference.
Beat, more than pulse,
personified perfection.
Pushing against the grain,
alive in every motion.
Rhythm, omnipresent,
appearing as the wind.
Movement you possess,
captivating all.
Turn off the noise,
be silent for a while.
Listen internally,
as the natural rhythm comes.
Feel.
Be.
I dig this. I like the "rhythm" of the words, no pun intended. Good stuff, do you write a lot of poetry?
ReplyDeleteI write a lot of anything...it's the best way I can express myself.
ReplyDeleteMe too. I haven't written anything, poetry or otherwise, recently and I felt the need to after reading this entry of yours.
ReplyDeleteThat's cool, I'm glad :)
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