Rhythm of Man
The shining sun twinkling on the water,
Like a thousand fireflies dancing,
On glazed mirror reflections prancing,
The twinkles of stars alter
Perceptions.
In the moonlight I hear the darkness,
Like a million cackles of the mad,
In an echo chamber of the sad,
Contrasted in a complete starkness
Illusions.
Trees sway with a natural rhythm,
Like a singularity of purpose found,
Above the fray of this unholy ground,
The swaying of men has a rhythm
Veracious.
The shining sun twinkling on the water,
Like those that dance in the fire
I speak the earth,
And I scold the rock,
Gracious.
Deep inside the muddy cave
Down where you deprave
Deeper see where you enslave
The emotion to the bedrock,
Stopping now infinity's clock
Perspicacious.
There above in shining gold
A light you see in darkest hold
Allow it in, then you are free
Guided how angels see
Luminous.
Copyright © Tim B | Year Posted 2014
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