The age of Aquarius

Do you see the rhythm in all things?

The reaching of veins, roots, the branches of trees?

There used to be kings and queens before us, you know.

Heroes and legends whose odysseys flow throughout time

Carried through aging leaflets, cracking voices, and the hearts of artists

And ordinary people too.

We are.

So significant.

So insignificant.

My death would not stop the sun from rising

But the hearts of my loves from beating.

And with my chosen days,

To hear the reveries,

Listen to individual melodies,

That combine.

To create.

Captivating symphonies.

I'll strike my chords of spirit,

For others to join in,

Rippling through touch and song,

Actions and giving.

For my dear heart that I once lost,

But now found.

Can you hear it's rhythm?