Injected

A rhythm
like heartbeats
pounds
no other sound
the night begins to speak
unbelievable
with a voice of it’s own.
This is where breathing
takes on a new meaning
as translation unfolds
repeats itself
so the night controls
the listener
swept into a trance
hears hidden rhymes
begins to dance.
Mystery awakens
from its sleep
pulls memory into view
the bard of old
begins to speak
with tongue of gold
captures the reader
off guard.
A celebration
followed by precise readings
allows the night to stir
illustrating more than stars
as words portray
what once was a blur.
The ghost writer injects
the scope of the craft
leaving words to stand
on merit alone
after all, that’s the idea
to imprison the night
the reader
with delight.

a-heart-was-here

 

  One thought on “Injected

  1. December 8, 2018 at 8:31 am

    Ah! Wonderful! ✨

    Liked by 1 person

    • December 8, 2018 at 2:59 pm

      Ah, thank you much! Stay warm down yonder 🙂

      Liked by 1 person

      • December 8, 2018 at 3:26 pm

        It’s chilly and rainy but I will do my best to try 😊
        Enjoy the evening ahead 🌙

        Liked by 1 person

      • December 8, 2018 at 3:33 pm

        May raindrops form a smile upon your windows. Enjoy yours🐶🌻☺

        Liked by 1 person

      • December 8, 2018 at 3:36 pm

        Oh, 😊🌷

        Liked by 1 person

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