Everlasting Sound

August 22, 2016
By Anonymous

The thrums of a song drifting on the wind

A new light illuminates my mind

as the day and words dawned opon me

Steady drums still drumming

over the sound of my own heart

Parinoia creeping, are they sleeping?

Mind a-rambling, idea sampling

They don't see or hear

 

Ink drips of my buzzing skin 

The drums don't stop 

They never do

Every beatiful melody works between the spaces

What shakes the world or keeps it going

Changing, making, taking, never breaking

Lifting, shifting, twisting the air

The sun creeps opon us



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