Rhythm of Our Hearts

This music they play Tapping out a beat Like new summer rain 7 billion human clocks Ticking toward their destiny All mortal Temporary brittle engines Running such delicate bodies Pulsing Fluttering Pounding Racing So many different variations Aching for missed love Then from sadness Bursting with romance found Swelling with true pride Brimming over from compassion This little mighty wonder So many take for granted Copyright © 2014 Robert William Gruhn - All Rights Reserved "A poem to me is the essence of any thought, Being built from its foundation into tower scraping sky. It can fly like no other bird to places never seen, Even spaceships can only dream of taking its place." © 2014 Robert William Gruhn