The Rhythm Tree.
I know
you miss the rhythm tree,
remembering too the seahorse sway
play and mystery through comb of song
writing itself in the pocket of time,
touching, feeling the roots -
in soil of sacred ground.
This is the beat
only entwined souls know -
the rustle of unification,
catching groove and flow.
Let me ask;
have you forgotten
the joyous seeds
memories can sow?