Gleam of Rhythm

In a time of sound confusion
wears a fire balled inside
upon a ruffled breath of apprehension
churns the quiet lime of mine

Ruffled into aberrations
of pounding sense within a fist
upon me lies a gleam of rhythm
streaming down my lemon crisp

a gleam of rhythm
a gleam of rhythm

Hear me now.
Whispers moving along a path.
Ears turned away.

Silence, silence emerges a life ready to play

Downing my dreams
swiveling around this heart
a fire, a fire which needs a match to start

In a time of sound confusion
wears a fire balled inside
upon a ruffled breath of apprehension
churns the quiet lime of mine

a quiet lime of mine

...hear me now...a gleam of rhythm