Poetry

The Heart.

My fingers will do the dance as I write this.
Call it a melody that one might sing when they fall in love.
Dancing at the feet of wishes come true.
The rhythm will electrify you and that feeling is called the belief that today is a joyful day.
I jolt at the feeling in my feet.
Like being lifted by little wings on my feet.
Maybe I'll fly away with this feeling to set it free in this world.
Freeing the peace and love.
Spreading it so the whole world can dance to this rhythm as I do.
Maybe that's the whole point to this little song.
That everything is good.
You just gotta keep dancing.
Just because the song is over and the people go home doesn't mean you gotta stop hearing the rhythm.
The rhythm belongs in the heart.
It's where it's been this whole time.