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
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