In youth I danced for druids
I twirled in twighlight haze
tinkling bells adorned my feet
and magic filled my days.

My skirts flowed softly outwards,
as I spun between the stones
the wisdom of all women,
as the drumming shook my bones.

I danced my steps with passion
my joyful limbs took flight
as the flames rose ever higher
sending sparks into the night.

Then when the dance was over
and my offering was done,
we sat and praised the solstice
with the coming of the sun.

Today at church, I heard them whisper
They talked about birth and life
And how death ends it all.
I stood in front of the altar,
Pondering,
This cycle of life, being born and dying.

An infant opens his eyes to the world
For the first time.
Eyelids flutter, his fingers clench and unclench
And as he takes his first breath,
His world comes to life.

Life is pulsating, dynamic and transient,
Like waves that meet the shore.
Your footprints on the sand, still,
A mark left on the face of humanity,
Another soul in a throng of humankind,
Living, breathing, existing.

Distant calls beckoning.
His time consumed as it passes by.
Meet his love, commit until death do us part,
Make a life, and hence another life makes its way from start.
Death bed ventures slowly sinking,
His victory, his fall, his treasures, his secrets untold,
When death beckons, no place these hold.

Cycle of life
Birth to death.
God or no god,
This life holds value,
In what you do.
To give back,
And not expect
A thank you.

This cycle of life,
Of birth and death,
Is not just about
Breathing, living
And existing,
But about doing,
Giving,
And loving.

Dear God,
I'm not asking for a miracle.
But I sure wouldn't mind one, either.
Yours sincerely,
*A Soul in Despair

The lonely old man wrinkled he's aged,
he's gone into care he feels like he's caged.

Weak he's fragile but his mind is in tact,
the way life is it's a matter of fact.

The lonely old man he's missing his wife,
waiting to die looking back o his life

Looking through photographs a distant memory it seems,
frightened by death it's plaguing his dreams.

The lonely old man it seems nobody cares,
in his bedroom he sits there and stares.

One day a young lady comes to help him get ready,
on his feet he's not stable he's become unsteady.

The lonely old man he's feeling a tired old chap,
the lady dresses him smartly finishing with his cap.

Out in the gardens she takes him for a walk,
from his wheelchair  he laughs as they talk.

The lonely old man and the lady they bond,
watching the fish as they swim in the pond.

Days go by the man weakens he's worse,
the lady stays with him that's her promise as a nurse.

The lonely old man ready to leave his life,
he starts seeing the face of his beautiful wife.

Holding his hand she knows he is dying,
trying to be professional she can't stop herself crying.

The lonely old man turns to the lady,
his face has darkened his eyes grey and shady.

Slipping away his breathing is slow
knowing it's time for him he must go.

Vanity becomes you, oh Great One.
As silently,
your harem plots your demise.

Will you say it?
Will you enunciate each letter,
Light my senses on fire ,
Play Russian roulette with my desire, to finally have you..

Will you say it?
Let it flow out of your lips like milk
Let it orbit my heart like tiny planets made of silk
And complete me.

Will you say it?
Will you usher into my world sensations that are new.
Tears will fall backwards when you do
Heart spasms and dementia will follow too.

Will you say it?
Will you let your voice command its brave?
3 words, 8 letters to save.
A euphoric tidal wave.