The drumbeats slowly with my heart
Can’t seem to focus in whole or in part.
My arms swaying wildly in the breeze.
As I walk upon the dirty sand with ease
I stop before the bonfire’s mighty flame.
There’s got to be something else to blame.
Than just being lost in the rhythm
The night is alive with a primal sound.
As drums and fire circle around
My mind wanders, my spirit roams free.
Lost in the moment, where I’m meant to be.
The beat echoes through my very soul
As I surrender to its powerful control
There’s no need for words, just this sensation.
A fiery rhythm, a primal invitation
I dance and spin, lost in the night.
My heart and soul, taking flight.
Until the final beat, when the fire dies
Leaving me breathless, with starry eyes.
©2023 Randy Lacey
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