The Beat of My Heart

July 3, 2008
Like the roaring thunder,
and pounding rain,
The sound downs out,
all that is sane.
The sound is a rhythm,
an exhilerating song.
A turning point,
of right and wrong.
A striving moment,
in a suffering life.
The sound cuts through,
like a sharpened knife.
The sound has feeling,
it listens; it learns.
The sound has meaning,
it hopes; it yearns.
The sound has no end,
no middle, no start.
The sound is the beat,
the beat of my heart.

Post a Comment

Be the first to comment on this article!

bRealTime banner ad on the left side
Site Feedback