After Robbie Krieger
A rhythm begins within, grows its pace
steadying adjacent to my lungs
gently caressing and heightening in time.
As I reach for an opened door
among this unsteady foundation,
I become one with an ultimate fascination.
A gentle breeze sways its way
lifting me across the fields.
Absorbed with awe
above each tempestuous treetop
and with each breath, the view assures that we are blessed.
These movements of air,
raw and real,
reminds me how I’ve longed to feel.
This source of peace,
begging for stillness,
levels our lost lives.
Restoring my spirit home,
I grant myself the space to breathe.
The ceaseless rhythm stroking my chest
stirs within me, and is bound to last eternally.