broken drum

oh child you're not listening to me
child you're not listening
I am saying that you are broken
I am saying that you are broken like a drum
that's hollow is filled with coal
there is no room in you anymore
no room to hold the rhythm of the earth
no room to even hear the rhythm
no room to be the rhythm

oh it is so sad
what am I to do with you child
what am I to do
your eyes tell me you have forgotten
long since forgotten when the world began
when the rhythm was all there was

but I am here child
and you will see, yes you will soon see
the rhythm will fill your soul
yes, it will fill your soul
with the vibrations of the world
and make you whole again

so sleep child
close your eyes
and dream of the beginning
when the calm waters of the sea
reflected the night sky
can you see it
can you see the stars floating on the clouds above you
the stars riding the waves below

dream child
dream you are the space between
the nothingness where all can happen
this, this is where it all begins

oh, hear it child
hear the first beat of your heart
hear it echo between your ribs
hear it echo between the stars
isn't this what you've longed for
isn't this what you've missed
the beating of your heart

now, now you can begin to find what you have lost
you can begin to find the rhythm, again
begin to hear the rhythm, again
and be the rhythm, again

Sara Bednark
29 January 1999
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