Mystic Plains

I wandered far last night through the mystic plains. Whispers low echoed all around me, drums aligned with rhythm in my veins. When the beat drops, magic in translation. As the spirits dance, motion in stillness. When the beat drops, cultures in sweet transition, motion in stillness. I found my path last night in the twilight glow. Colors blend in the night around me. Shadows sway to the music's flow. When the beat drops, swim with me. As the lenses can be borrowed. I said I'm the beat drops, magic in sweet translation. Motion in stillness. In the night.