"Rhythm" A Poem by V.G. Grace

I have been caught by rhythm; 

rhythm in mind, 

rhythm in body,
 

washing over me 

and gripping me in powerful sway.

To secret melodies,

unknown passions; 

to triumph 

and unending freedom, 

I fly towards, 

arms outstretched towards,
 

away from bare existence.
 

Swirling within a whirlwind,

I can see those fantastic horizons.

My rhythm is my friend,

my rhythm is my struggle;
 

forbidding me rest 

and sweeping me within its hectic embrace.

Leaping and soaring, 

caught in my being's movement,
 

I am carried to the beginning of my dreams
 

and the dawn of my imaginings.
 

Bold rhythm,

vibrating rhythm,

sweet rhythm;

I dance my dance of victory to 

while singing my own private song.