Sweet movement as a day dawns,
sending bands from a shore of still undulations.
There is always a hum and cadence, subject to
interpretations of a dance within my soul.
Metronome flicker casts a timekeeping shadow up and down
the syncopated arm of a universal clock.
Moving towards me and moving away; contracting
and expanding along a breath of dreams lost in a glide of winged freedom.
Exhale…
Nov 6, 2015
Nov 6, 2015 at 5:46 PM UTC
Sweet movement as a day dawns,
sending bands from a shore of still undulations.
There is always a hum and cadence, subject to
interpretations of a dance within my soul.
Metronome flicker casts a timekeeping shadow up and down
the syncopated arm of a universal clock.
Moving towards me and moving away; contracting
and expanding along a breath of dreams lost in a glide of winged freedom.
Exhale…
