Subtle rhythms

By Danny Villarreal

     To read these words you may understand

     What make me tick & what makes me a man?

     Lost in dreams that mean so much

     Taken away by the sense of touch

 

     I climbed the mountains down to the sea

     I looked into blue waters & saw what might be

     The future of a past-dreams that never last

     Long enough to see the subtle difference

     Between you and me

 

     So we struggle on in chaos and plight

     As darkness falls away goes the light

     Lost my touch, lost my gold

     Found my heart, discovered my soul

     Take me away to the heavenly land

     Come god- angel take my hand

 

     -D

 

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