Living the Dream

Hear the drums beat in the night
to sounds of shewolf spirit,
ancient rhythms

never lost
inside the throbbing heart of wild,

to echo far beyond
within the man-made mounts of mortar.

I open mind to follow, free,
music of soul,
across the raging rivers
of the world,

to climb to peak
reaching in rock

to lucid view of nature’s truth,

where I find willing words
to bend to paper

in visage of the clarion calls
of my moonlit muse.
 ©  Kiusha  http://allpoetry.com/poem/3010940

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