The Drum of Life
Hope in the future
Listen to the drum,
The tune it will thrum,
Let your feet skitter and run,
To the maddening beat of the sun,
Bright colors of the world swirling before you,
And ribbons of lace dancing too,
Your breath caught forever in your throat,
Feeling light enough to prance across the moat,
Small heels walking on water,
Twirling on it like a goddess's daughter,
The world ripe like a ribbon in a maiden's hair,
Everything young, crisp, and fair,
Until the end is wrought,
Dreams will be forever sought,
And live moving forward to a melody too deep,
One of moments of the sufferings we keep,
Of things that glitter in the light,
Joyful tears that blind our sight,
As you stretch your palms up the the sky,
Your heart takes up to learn to fly,
Fall you might one day,
But until then wish away,
Hold yourself up with the hope of tomorrow,
Knowing that hope will end every sorrow,
Live dear child of the earth,
To which life gave birth,
Chase the wings of crows,
As far as the world goes,
See it all,
And forget not the drum's call,
Something beckoning and forever,
Longer than the journey on which you endeavor,
And when the candle fades to ashes,
In new water ripples will wake from splashes.
*This is a poem written when I was a child. I do not change or edit poems from my childhood out of respect to the young girl who wrote them. I trust that she knew what she was doing and wanted to say.*
About the Creator
Laura Lann
I am an author from deep East Texas with a passion for horror and fantasy, often heavily mixed together. In my spare time, when I am not writing, I draw and paint landscape and fantasy pieces. I now reside in Alaska where adventures await.
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