Time Travelling Poem by Divya Macsuedon

In gay abandon I dance
to the music from within
In step with the soulmate, I so
remain moulded.
He lives in me, as I live in him.

No distance, then matters
Through, lives we're together
It's Time Travelling
Like a dervish in prayer
This endless whirling!

Precariously perched on these Heights I swing,
Silent - the mountain birds, speechless in their renderings.
In rhythmic motion my feet spin.

I am Nature's Child.
My messenger's, 'The Wind'.
It transmits the music
The other vibrates, yet (requires)
no harp strings.

Rendered is music, from heart strings.
In rhythm my feet to the song sung by him!
We sway in harmony,
What glorious timing.

In unison, we dance.

When the music wells from within!