The Pulse

I hear a drum beat steadily throbing
against my breast bone.

Its heady music rushes through my veins
making my vitals dance to its tone.

I move in synchronizing cadence
one step to a beat.

I feel the presence of the Pulse
from my head to the soles of my feet.

Life giving ever living something that I feel.

Papery strokes of my fingertips show me what is real.

The music of life thrives and drives you
to lengths beyond life and death.

The fluids of the ocean
fills me with salty delight.

Without the Pulse to guide me
darkness, death, decay a fright.

The Pulse beats a heavenly rhythm

da dum da dum da dum da dum

The harmonious thrumbing of a beat
moves me from my head to my feet.

The Pulse beats a heavenly rhythm.

Penned by my hand on the 17th of Phaestian, in the year 256 AF.