I have lived forever it seems to me.
70 plus years and I've seen it all.
Throughout my life there's always
a dog in the road no matter what.
I think it might be God watching
over us. He's always a mongrel.

In the stillness of the night
Across the river, under the stars
A Silhouette of a dancer
Hunched,
Forsaken,
Alone.

Sits lone dancer
Dreaming of a holding hand.
Whispering in the silence
For no ears to hear.

Once the crowd cheered
Now the light has ebbed
The glory is over
The name long forgot.

The dancer looks up
To the moonlit sky
Counting the stars
To a million and one.

A shadow appears
Embracing dancer warm.
A lover long dead
A lover and friend.

Now A pair of wings each
both dancing in the skies.
Dancer no more lonely
Dancer no more alive.

Oh how glorious life would be
To have no life or song within!
A need for no bones, no cells
No vessels or no muscles
Pumping nothing; needing nothing.

Oh how glorious life would be
To feel no pain
And see no stain.
Nothing gory; nothing sorry
Only a body in its glory.

How victorious it should be
To feel the wind; to be the wind.
Floating and flying,
Needing no sense of time;
Needing no sense of rhyme.

Letting Earth's beauty astound,
Its colours delight
and its melody transcend to hope, light and might.

You are near,
Even when I don't
see you.
You will always be with me,
even when you
are far away.