Imagine I could be someone else who could
sing all the songs that I love, who could join
the dance, free to express the beauty I see
in words that charmed the sorrowful heart
- wouldn’t life be meaningful then?
Saturday 22 September 2012
The world around me is beautiful
the bejewelled swimming pool, the
emerald grass, soft breeze, lying
in the sun - dreaming
Waking with a smile, floating on the
dream, preparing lunch, listening to
Chopin - Les Sylphydes - happy
to cry with the melody
Looking at what I wrote yesterday
I smile, if I cannot express beauty
adequately, at least I can keep
the memory alive
Waltzing in the kitchen all by myself,
heaving like a ship in stormy seas
moving in circles, satisfied that
the feeling of delight
Is still there, my imagination set free
still makes me feel like a dancer
expressive on nimble feet – I’m
in love with the sun!
Sunday 23 September 2012
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