Friday, December 9, 2011

echoes of drums

there is a distant calling
of something great
it's yours for the taking
but for now you must wait

your head it throbs
with the pressures of time
shoulders slumped forward
a mountain to climb

through cracks you see clearer
as the light starts to spill
round the edges of hollows
knocked down to rebuild

vulnerability and triumph
when you step off the race
and trundle on forward
at your own steady pace

against all the traffic
in the dark night of day
your calling you hear it
you're going your way

the stillness and calmness
around you, you feel
not empty, but peaceful
what broke can now heal

picking flowers from footpaths
you wander and stray
the drum it beats slowly
to come and what may

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