The Call |
by Michael P. Rodriguez |
Driven by nature and desire, with hands held Outstretched grasping for the invisible I awake Memories sway gently with in me and I uproot myself into an upright position Now, breathing heavy and controlled I listen...for a sound I am not sure will come Enthralled in the moment; I surrender to it Aware of the moment I am Now in Senses acute I wait While entranced I continue to listen to silence Ears hearing nothing but my heart beat...in this I hear Rhythm |