As if we were peregrines,
we played like Ancients, lover
Cadence and rhythm pattern like sheet music on a sine wave.
Music rhymes as my fingers stretched to walk your drum.
We were interrupted, caught and held
In the hands of masters and teachers
Still I reached for you, only to find a kata, then a lay.
Apr 6, 2013
Apr 6, 2013 at 10:42 AM UTC
As if we were peregrines,
we played like Ancients, lover
Cadence and rhythm pattern like sheet music on a sine wave.
Music rhymes as my fingers stretched to walk your drum.
We were interrupted, caught and held
In the hands of masters and teachers
Still I reached for you, only to find a kata, then a lay.
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