© David Moorhead

Heart Beats

The heart beating quiet and calm in one's chest
is only imagined just under your vest.

Melodious beating and breathing inside
are feeling warm rushes of gentle confide.

It fancies your fingers as waves on white sands;
as charmed tunes on staves nestling silent commands.

The heart is red pink seamed in threads lightened weight;
sense sweet songs 'neath its smoothed pulsing gait.

You spring beauty's voice into brightened blue space,
sing songs of clear flights armed with feathered dove's lace

While air swirls in rings of a golden new dawn,
a circle of endless serene comforts drawn.

Its beating sways faintly in chambering palms,
abiding blue eyes, rhyming livening balms.

Feel beating and breathing in round random pace,
dance dauntless in rhythmical tandem embrace.

Rhythms in Cycles

Rhythms in cycles would have us aware of our nature to notice the grandeur that's us. Cheerfully running, we skip upon cosmic orbiting wheels; pinging our nudges, pleasingly stunning and applauding the sparkling quivering rings.

Repeating rhythms in unseen cycles attend our senses; insightfully beaming, they encircle this moment; heeding our thoughts as we shine in our brilliance.

Rhythms in cycles within and without, parade around and below and atop. There's nothing simple or casual in grandeur that can show a fluttering, surprising, sobering pop.

Absorb the feel of goodwill for folks who spiral our way in a puzzled roar. They move in circles rattling about, unaware they are moiling in the middle of the floor.

Sing your greatness pulsing through space, revealing one’s grace in lyrical rings. While indigo and purple rally your strains, energies blend rhythms on quivering strings.

Cycles upon cycles - where do they all end? Their whirling vigil swirling one sky, glimmers in shivers of momentous rhymes; absorbing globes in a splendorous sigh.

Repeating cycles of rhythms unfurling, sweeping sublime in soundless streaming, dreaming this moment while deepening our muse; reminding our senses, boundlessly beaming.

Our constant curiosity is key
to watching what's being created.  ~ DM