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…