There is a rhythm in my chest
Like the beat of old jazz drums;
It keeps me on my feet
Keeps me light on my toes, dancing
‘Til the first rays of sunrise
Roll over empty night streets.
Melodies in the dawn
Like waves to ride on:
Sail gently on my mind,
Use my limbs for the oars.
The breath of beat and melody
Is no different from
The sound of the sea,
When it settles into the song of
Racing hearts
And the mind’s waters reflect
The light of both moon and sun.
by : PATRICIA FRANCINE F. CONCEPCION
