Pulse

A solitary heart led so far astray

For which a singular beat resides

Persistent within it’s individual confines

Rock steadily pulsing as time ticks away

 

There is no depth to a choir of one

A melancholy song sees harmony unrealized

Yet bring this heart the rhythm of another

And listen to tightly bound miracles come undone

 

Spontaneous symphonies composed in midair

The backbeat of previously broken hearts provide power

To an orchestra of undiscovered and exhilarating dreams

Fantasies of wild imagination that we both will share

 

Heavy rain brings the sound of cymbals crash; frightening

Rolling thunder provided by the sound of uncertainty

Fear of the unknown exists only to be conquered

Our path illuminated by bright flashes of lightning

 

So this solitary heart once led so far astray

Now united with it’s long absent rhythmic double

Symphonic duality tightly woven in it’s intricacy

Two hearts, one pulse; perfect in every way

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MY MUSE

  There are many who I can point to directly  that have a definite influence on my tireless imagination. The list is long with people who drive my creative impulse. But I must take the opportunity to bring to light one in particular. Someone who captures my imagination like lightning in a bottle, only to use it to further stoke my passion for the exploration of life through my wandering thoughts.

  She arrives to me in my daydreams as if carried by the wings of a dragon. An inspiration so powerful that she too must be a mythical creature. But I know it is real. So real in fact, that she makes my world of thought come to life in a vivid collection of images and words. The perfect contrast and compliment to my imagination and reality. The push to my pull, light to my dark, and perpetually the balance to any wavering of personal well being. The perfect answers to all of my questions, and better still the right questions to my many answers.

  She undoubtedly is the creative YIN to my imaginative YANG. For this I am eternally grateful, and I hope she is able to recognize how instrumental she is in my journey to explore the twisting, shadow fallen path that is the roadmap to my creative mind. My greatest hope is that she will remain by my side, or never be so far away that I am not able to draw from her bottomless well of inspiration. For all this, the only emotions I can put forth now are heartfelt gratitude, and endless thanks to you…….MY MUSE.