Rhythmic Word

A Poem by TorenMichaels

Rhythmic word
Is such spoken eloquence
It cuts through the air like a divine enchantress
A harbinger to will

Oh, sing your song to me dreamer
Of lost hopes
And of paradise
Hold me there in song
Fill me with your emptiness
These paths you have gone

I await your next passage
As your minstrel sets the mood
I thrill from this release
From these inner parts of you