The Drum.
When I hear the drum
It reminds me of
The heart beat of my mother
Before I was born
At that time in my life
I left the place where
I lived with the Being of Light
Where I was experiencing
Such a beautiful feeling
That nothing on earth
Can compare to it
There are no words to describe it
Some Children remember it
Up to the age of six
Just ask them about it
The memory of it moves me so
When I hear the drum.........~