Sunday, January 29, 2017

Morning Vision

There's a rhythm you get,
Like the rumbling of trains,
The back and forth of intimate moments,
Springtime down-pouring rains,

A thirsty dog's tongue lapping up water,
The silence of the night,
My heart, with its irregular murmur,
The sinking of the moon to let in light,

The pulsing of love when it is certain,
Hate, but you don't want that,
Its is a rhythm that blocks out all else,
So may as well be flat,
What it's you want,
Is perfect harmony,
When every sound is an instrument,
Played in the soundtrack of your life's movie.

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