Saturday, 25 August 2007

Fog. Mist. Home.

Rapturous Drum Beats

I ran
up the musical hills of a land far beyond.
I joined
joyous choruses dancing freely in open fields.
It was spring
and the birds were chirping.

I saw

fearless chiefs beating harmonious drums.
I joined
graceful women weaving colorful songs.
It was dawn
and the rays were rising.

I mused
beneath tuneful dewdrops of blue orchids.
I joined
merry youths sculpting melodious todays
It was morning
and I woke up from the rapturous drum beats of a beautiful dream.


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