Rhythm

By S.Gonzalez

The rhythm flows through me,
the dancers are lively,
their bodies twist with the speed of my thoughts,
smoke is reeling, spurning my senses,
the ale flows and always makes
my thoughts turn syrupy slow,
breath is measured and in time,
the rhythm moves me again,
The room is shaking, spinning, turning,
feet starts it's tapping,
my heart now quickly rapping,
thing's look so very simple,
causing time to ripple,
the rhythm flows throughout the world,
the melody creating pulses,
the very jaws of creation and destruction,
the music is in my heart,
and with this, it shall never part.