African Drums

Y'all heard about the African drums.
They resound through famine and harvest,
birth and even death.
If you listen well enough you will hear
the drum beat even in the silence.
Through seasons of joy and pain,
there's still the steady thunderous beat
of the African drum.

As the rhythm goes,
so do the feet of the myriad of dancers,
bodies glistening with sweat,
their faces ablaze with emotion,
their feet moving in tune to the rhythm
the red dust rising around them,
from where am standing
they seem to be dancing on a brown cloud.

As the African drums go, never missing a beat,
so does my heart.
Beating steadily, sometimes thunderous
i dare say almost drowning out the beat of the drums.
My heart beats, for this boy, now a man
i met under the African sun.
Even from miles away
just like i can still hear the African drums
am sure you can hear
my heart beat for him.