Music
A rhythm from the soul,
a full on beat,
moving to the drums,
the lyrics slipping from my mouth as uncontrollable as the sea.
The build up then the drop,
the bass guitar,
electronic, robotic,
this is the future rock.
A lullaby to a sleepy baby,
a train to dream land,
the soft and warming melody of a mothers song,
the baby will sleep long and peaceful rocking in her arms.
The jungle song,
a tribal dance,
from young to old they sway singing to the song,
firelight illuminating there masks of feathers and wood.
From melody to hard out rock peoples souls are speaking and they all have something to say.
By Sapphira Harrington
2 comments:
Writing is definitely one of your talents Sapphira - another beautiful poem!
Nettie
Saf your pomes are so good you should be a poat when you are older.you really have your ways with words thay flow like a stram over a rock ( only small)
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