Intrinsic Sound Poem by Ron Pate

    Fire born from smoke rises upward engulfing the desire within reluctant souls.  Leaping from the shadows grasping one's heart.  A heart that begs to be held and kept from harm.
    Words of no relevance hammer down as rain falls eroding timid barriers built on a battered coast soon to fail, flooding is immanent to the uneasy.
   Morning calm sets upon a smooth, glass like bay reaching out,  pulling you in satisfying a desperate need.  Hand to heart, beat by beat and breath by breath your resolve is eventually met.  
   Tiny ripples break a superficial plane as you set sail once again in Intrinsic Sound.