Poetry and Photography by WT Davies
Rhythm of the Round (Or Home)

Rhythm of the Round (Or Home)

To look outside the realm of man
the song almost forgotten
Is it lost upon a dying race
who cannot find the rhythm
round and deep
that even little birds repeat?

Then call upon the prayer
that's green and blue
so sleeping gods may hear

A prayer that great spheres align
like links of chain combine
and move this space called time
to another shinning
rhythm round that rhymes