Poetry

collage-2017-02-16-15_41_17Poetry

It’s not
just words.
It’s the high rhythm
of the soul
singing
glory
glory
glory
to a tune
that feet can’t tap.
Reaching deep
drawing chords
that transcend
the physical
of anything.
Searching
for that place
that releases me
from self
and you
becoming
destinies musician
keeping beat with
the universe,
revolving
around clouds
of knowing
that there is more
to me
than I see.

My Art, My Thoughts, My Compilation