You ask me why I write in rhyme:
The idea of having rhythm and time
To complex thoughts that swirl as wind
In your twisting tunnel of a mind within.
I answer, "So, my friend, you can understand
The tempo of a horse's hooves on sand,
As he flies down a beach with his back to the sun
His hoofbeat and heartbeat pulsing as one;
So you can know, my friend, the measure of breath
That escapes in a sigh upon a wise man's death,
His mouth curved upward in a smile so bright
It blocks all dark ideas to make way for the light;
So, my friend, you can smile as I do
Because we acknowledge the fact we grew,
From saplings in the earth into trees in the sky,
And we can sit there 'til sunset, as one: you and I."