In Distant Rhythm

We are

The multitude of light

charging the seasons of

The sun

in all its colors

We are

The rising moon

covering the earth with

The ocean

in distant rhythm

We are

The lonely island

longing to be

where two rivers



We are

Millions and growing

Faceless, restless as

You call to us in poems

yet never write back

You chant of us in song

yet not in our voices

You paint us on walls

As the hero-caped boy

longing to be

A distant rhythm

covering the earth,

the sun, the ocean

in all his colors

Yet architect the walls

So the shoeless girl

longing to be

The rising moon

Free to leave

in a multitude of light

May never



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