Rhythm - Flow

I hear the call of Beauty
in the forest of the music machines
like the raves of old
echoes of electronic music that go
dancing in nature's Beauty as I
work it into my brain
thru my fingers like roots
of redwood trees-

Understand the lost language of rhythm
more and more about the universe that
plugged itself with to me
neither am I old nor am I young at my age
I stretch my arms out
and feel the vastness of nature's call
as it wraps me up in its cradle-

There is something in that Bass Beat
a magic in its majestic mist
that I don't understand as of yet
but I know deep inside of me
the two can exist-

Like a distant traveler who sees
late in the afternoon sun
as after a long journey
approaching their
stop for the night-

It’s the hungering call
like the wild open expanse that
pulls me towards the dance club
with the writhing of the people
like summer's moths to a flame…

like caged animals to a world of damned souls
that run through the night deep within
the meadow glade between the concrete trees
and I push-

I push the dance along
deep within the house
of the speakers and
the crowds of dancing addicts
which leads the pack along its journey
hunting for their food...
hunting for the rhythm...
hunting for the true sound...
hunting to know its true call...

Bass… Tempo… Music… Sound… Rhythm-

Nature’s  wonder is in the flow
of this night's dance memories
all that there is and no more

w.e.Campbell – © 05/08/2017