-- SONG OF DREAMS AND DRUMS –

John Herlihy

The song of dreams and the sound of drums;

The cricket saws as the hummingbird hums.

If we turn blind, we can still read by braille;

Nothing and no one can ever hamper the tale.

Promises and incantations echo in the night;

The weeping willows dusted by moonlight.

The whisper of voices never before heard;

The mysterious meanings found in a word.

Cries in the night, speaking in a foreign tongue;

A storied tapestry from dust motes and light spun.

Sleeping birds in their nests sweet nothings to say;

Whales in ocean waters as mere feathers weigh.

The phases of the moon will run their course;

The richness of autumn’s harvest a living force.

The stork snugly nested in the church spire;

A waltzing penguin dressed in its dapper attire.

The drumming of the heart never misses a beat;

Butterflies in the garden searching for nectar sweet.

In the willingness to believe lies the seeds of hope;

The mountain peak protected by a slow-rising slope.

Childhood being the one thing always left behind;

While old age should only be called a state of mind.

There beyond the horizon in the realm of yonder;

The drumming of dreams in our hearts to ponder.

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Copyright © John Herlihy

Tuesday 12 July 2022