So It Sings
My rhythm, the music of my body
the tempo of my blood,
recognizable, a beat
beneath melody and instrument
now changing with age
and remaining my own, a signature.
A bearing, a carriage, a presence.
A manner I carry into evening.
A cadence still mine
now changing with age.
How subtly the pulse adjusts
to the passage of time.
How wondrously stays the same.
The measure of my spirit.
now changing with age. I sing it.
©Susa Silvermarie 2026
Mien Moto, the dream-message words
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This one truly sings to me! I love it!