Dancing to My Own Drummer

Dancing to My Own Drummer

I've been dancing since I was a wee babe, to the beat of a different drummer

The sound of his beat echoing in my brain, I could dance to his beat all summer.

Distant images fill my mind's eye, beckoning to me from out of the deep, dark night.

Dancing onward, the drummer's beat pounds out to me, as I sprout wings and take flight.

As my drummer beats out my beat, I feel my sky ruler calling me home.

Giving his ruling over me, leading me, directing me to fly ever on.

In the deep, dark, stillness of the night, the beating drum beckons to me,

Calling me home, adding wings to my flight, flying to his rhythm, you see?

The wizard of the tree, reaches out, directs me, and advises me.

His wisdom, his rhythm, beats out in my brain, saying, "Listen to me!"

In the deep, darkness of the night, my drummer calls out to my brain,

Driving me onward, flying to his beat, his pounding keeping me sane.

I've been dancing since I was a wee babe, to the beat of a different drummer.

The sound of his beat echoing in my brain, I could dance to his beat all summer.

Distant images fill my mind's eye, beckoning to me from out of the deep, dark night.

Dancing onward, the drummer's beat pounds out to me, as I sprout wings and take flight.

Brinna

This poems, has been published in "In Between Days" and "Poetry's Elite, The Best Poets of 2000" by International Library of Poetry.

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