Ghost Rhythms

The ring leader was missing tonight.
He was not there to beat his drum.
He did not share his gentle smile.
His rhythmic tones set me adrift,
   but no I cannot cry.

My rhythm man did not join the samba.
He did not stamp a conga groove.
He was not part of the percussion.
His agile hands failed to set the mood,
   but no I did not sigh.

Men and women in a circle
all with hearts so pure to share.
Came together with a purpose;
Making music with a flair;
   and yes your spirit still did fly!

Dear, sweet friend
with smooth, pure vibes.
You have raised me up
on days low in faith's  ride.
   I drum for you.

Tonight 

and every night

that the rhythm 

trickles

through chaos' pores

I drum for you.

I cannot walk down life's paths alone

when my friend's heart

 holds quiet

my sodden tears and fears.

I drum for you.

I drum for you,

 to come together.

I drum for me,

to release.

I drum for the world

to make it better

I drum.

I pray.

I drum.

~~~~~

This little jem is from week 18 at Jingle's poet's rally. 

She has it going every week, so you can stop by and check out some of the fantastic poets she has found here. I nominate Megzone for this week as she comes up with something different all the time and makes it work! Thanks for visiting.