Heart Flutters

Open Question: How is my poem, poets?

November 15th, 2008 | by admin | Open Question: How is my poem, poets?
?Dancing Souls?
The melodious rhythm emerges
from within the heart of the music.
It seeps through the jail cell of my soul
and unlocks this cage of metal bars.
I breathe under light
like the twilight stars,
engulfed by the night.
I feel myself escaping into the tune;
it carries me to a field of dandelions,
swaying in patches of forest-green.
My soul floats with dandelion seeds,
blithely in the misty breeze.
Through crystal rain droplets,
to the depths of the seas.
Violins hum their melancholy tunes,
cellos murmur their cryptic songs.
Little black notes brush my skin;
they touch, caress, kiss me.
The music comes closer, near.
Their voices set me free;
I feel no fear.
This world encloses me, swallows me
until I am one with the song.
I am a tiny black note
that dances above and below,
trapped in the melodious beat,
voices I heard long ago,
that have made me complete.
Individuals enfold me, lost in a trance,
blanketed by a sparkled haze
of whispering tales.
Our minds breathe,
awaken, and ignite;
we embrace our dancing souls.
Music is our light.
Any suggestions or things you would change? Rephrasings?

Sat, 15 Nov 2008 18:23:55 GMT