THE ENDLESS RHYME

From here to there
he went and sat,
usually he'd be
without his hat,
distantly gazing
he looked within,
from the outside you
could see he was in
another world,
in another time,
he'd been captured by
the endless rhyme,
its beat, it pulsed
through every vein,
tingling his feet
with each refrain.

Until he was silent
sitting in his chair,
he wasn't quite here,
he wasn't quite there,
he'd entered into
a liminal state,
a crowd gathered round
as he began to translate
the words chosen to
continue the song.
They watched as he stood
and in a deep strong
voice he began to
find what was true,
the words which would
guide, tell what to do
to those who were lost,
needing a friend to
help them to heal
what needed to mend.

Morganpoet