Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

The heat rises off the black pavement
The smell of tar and dust and exhaust


Certain that the heart beats invisible
Beneath your skin
hear it like a drum- the pulsating hum
Of life here

How that is today
Space that captures the soul
Waiting for
Something more
Listening
The breeze flows through
curtains softly dancing

Inside the way of love
The path is often narrow
Songs of happiness unveiled

Things that seemed important
Sprawled out of the purse
That carries tokens and coupons
Lipstick and gum

Know that all these words get under our skin
That somehow makes colors brighter
Laughter louder
Than usual

superb !... ......dats poetry to my ears



" the breeze flows through
curtains softly dancing "

It's still too hot
out in the desert.

Well done, C'soul !

2nd stanza hits home. Especially out in the great silent empty spaces. You KNOW the heart beats invisible. You really do hear the pulse ...

Thank you! Yes I moved here for that