Rhythms Immaculate Poem by David Lacey

He dances with the worms of mornings show
New sight he finds in blindness, a prophets wisdom knows.
Reborn within the tides, reborn within the flow.
Blessed with rhythms immaculate, watch…..
Watch as him dance the dance unending
Watch as he befriends the night, a mushroom for his pillow.
Taking his place, growing his roots upon the foothills of time
Through the labyrinth ever bending, find me and you’re mine.