Rhythms Immaculate

He dances with the worms of mornings show
New sight he finds in blindness, a prophets wisdom knows.
Reborn within the tides, reborn within the flow.
Blessed with rhythms immaculate, watch…..
Watch as him dance the dance unending
Watch as he befriends the night, a mushroom for his pillow.
Taking his place, growing his roots upon the foothills of time
Through the labyrinth ever bending, find me and you’re mine.

poem by David Lacey
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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