Listen to the rhythms
of a world gone slow,
breathing temp
seductive in the ebb and flow.
There are expressions
on our faces
as we sleep;
revealing our dreams,
our need to be
comforted by something,
any little thing.
Be it the arms wrapped around us,
or that voice in our ear
telling us that we are loved
and that what we does
matters,
because we are all trapped
between indifferent days
and hostile nights.
You can hear it beating;
the heart of our world.
Overlooked collective,
individual,
but only whole together.
It’s the question of our age;
do we walk into the great unknown
together,
or do we go alone?
There will always be
a moment
of cautious hesitation,
before we take each other’s hand
and step off into the black;
that gap that lies between
where we are and where we need to be.
Every possibility
is possible.
No obstacle
too great.
Once we relate on another level
and beat the devil at this game.
It’s been said;
“It’s a wonderful world”
and sometimes,
I’m inclined to agree,
the music and the synergy,
beauty in symmetry
delights the eyes.
The sunlight will drive away
the dark of the night
and we don’t have to be alone
when we stand and fight.
Listen to the rhythms of the world,
hear them long enough
and you’ll hear that it’s accompanied
by the most beautiful harmonies;
like choruses sung
by everyone.
It’s like listening to angels.
HG – 2017
