Motion

When I think of motion, I think of waves
The waves of life as we move to it's beat
Motion is the beat of the heart in rhythmic tones
It is a note of joy when two hearts meet.

It is laughter and smiles among friends
That brings joyous movement to our faces
It is candid moments of beauty that's unforgettable
There is certain motion in the most familiar places.

A stereo of sound is motion for dance
Through the airwaves of time it sets a mood
Sending our senses into a tumult of thoughts
We play in motion to the sound of music

Motion in progress is what we crave
It calls us in every sense of existence
The wind in motion is a cress of loveliness
Pushing us forward with loving persistence.

Beauty is the unfolding of a rose in motion
It is the petals of color that exudes the essence
The motion of creation in it's finest form of growth
Flooding the atmosphere with a fragrance of finesse

Motion gives us a delicacy in life
Existence is motion, motion is existence.

Teresa Davis