Freedom Drums

A primal rhythm
builds out of the silence,
confused, I've known this barren land
for what feels like forever.

A source is hidden, deep below the surface,
connected by webs and stagnant thoughts
as the beat carries on awakening crimson fire
under the light of the moon, 
an incandescent glow across my flesh, sparks
and shimmers, circling the slow movements
beginning over my hips and pulsing to the beat. 

The music deepens,
vibrations pressing through the muscles
pressing the webs away, as I'm awakened
by the eminent sound.

My body's motions a slave, captive
by the drums, further fueled by surrender.
To this I am helpless,
my spirit falls to it's knees
and flesh becomes entranced.

I couldn't be anywhere but here
these drums... and their strange melodies
a sound tattooed on wildest dreams,
with freedom's allure, lingering, in the breeze.

Reviews

[Brandon S. Whitten]

Absolutely brilliant. Awakening to the sound that echoes within us all...if only others could hear the calling. Bravo!

[Aramey]

Thank you Brandon :) I'm glad you enjoyed.

[Steve]

wow....this one came from the depths of your heart. Didnt it?

[Aramey]

Yes, it very much did and there's a lot of hidden meaning.

[Chris]

a dancer's dreams...