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.