[Written 31 July 2017]
Breathing in with the
Pulse of strangers who
Drive on the streets as
They start the day that
You haven't begun.
They have a rhythm
You're itching to share
Like the beat of drums,
Like the beat of wings,
Like the pulse of water
Against sandy beach.
Like the hum of bugs,
Like slaves to the clock,
Tick-tock, tick-tock, tick-tock, tick --
Like the beat of hearts.
You're giving them voices,
As the writer gives words to the masses.
You give the masses
Something they can dance
To that mimics their
Own sound. As they buzz
Along the ground, you
Are singing from the
Sky.
YOU ARE READING
The Next Epoch
Poetrylookee another year of poetry Text copyright © 2017 by _symphonic_
