The Drums

A poem about drum beats.

I heard them call to me

Long before I knew them. 

No matter the moment, 

The place, the setting

I felt them pounding

Shouting, Screaming!

Like ruthless villains, 

Their voices seeped

Inside my dreams.

Like gentle lovers, 

They whispered in my ear

And kissed me tenderly. 

I could not deny them, 

Could do nothing against

Their tribal voices, ringing

Through the trees, I heard

Ten thousand booming voices

Leading me home again.