Sound of Moving Time

I wrote this one night as I was laying in bed. I'm not that great at creating titles.

The ancient breath of nature flowing through your hair,

The feeling of two movements,

becoming one.

Strings that connect the bond of the hearts

playing, like a harp

as you soar over the terrain.

A mind of its own

blindly trusting another.

The beat of the hooves on the earth drum,

creating a beat of life,

becoming moving time,

as you escape,

from reality.

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

Amazing use of words. You create places and visions for the reader. The good description took the reader to beautiful places and sounds. Good to escape reality. A safe haven we need. Thank you Amy for sharing the excellent poetry.
Coyote