Island Rhythms

an empty black sea stretches endlessly before me the throbbing spirit of the drums a fiery jolt of electricity that dances through my soul the old city ugly and abandoned it's screams silent all ambition gone fragile destiny embraced nimble crimson legs race along the waters edge delicate pink wings outstretched grace and beauty combine with a foofaraw of honking and babbling slipping through the guard of gnarled weeping willows I slip the rusty key into my pocket before joining my comrades for a glass of newly uncorked wine the emerald garden on my mind tonight will be our farewell I intend not to return to my fallow life they will seek me but for a while slipping away in the night I will be no more treasure without limit lies beneath the nests delicate creatures once chiseled into stone The embodiment of the god Ra I welcome the winds of change the loud thumping of my heart keeping perfect time with the ancient island rhythms