Laying on my bed, tired of fight another day
I want to rest, sleep. I close my eyes
I find myself in a beautiful place
At the peak of a mountain
Where the sky is at dawn
And the wind softly blowing through my hair
Carrying with itself the most pretty cherry blossom leaves
I've never seen
seem dancing with the soft wind's blow

Marveled, I stay
I've ever seen such a place on earth
I feel the light heat of the sun but
the wind makes me shriver from its cold blow
I across my arms
trying to make myself a little warm

From the distance
You came
I am atonished, thinking I'm seeing an angel
Towards me slowly you walk
I saw your face
your hair, golden brown dancing with the wind
your eyes pierced through mine
leaving my soul naked at your sight
your lips so smooth, like made of silk
and light pink, soft reddish

My heart is beating faster
with every step you take towards me
within only inches apart
Our faces meet

You opened your arms
and take me closer to you
Your arms so strong and delicate at the same time
I lean my head on your chest
I feel safe

Then you move your head
Your lips rosin my ear
you said "

Fools may pine, and sots may swill,
Cynics gibe, and prophets rail,
Moralists may scourge and drill,
Preachers prose, and fainthearts quail.
Let them whine, or threat, or wail!
Till the touch of Circumstance
Down to darkness sink the scale,
Fate's a fiddler, Life's a dance.

What if skies be wan and chill?
What if winds be harsh and stale?
Presently the east will thrill,
And the sad and shrunken sail,
Bellying with a kindly gale,
Bear you sunwards, while your chance
Sends you back the hopeful hail:--
'Fate's a fiddler, Life's a dance.'

Idle shot or coming bill,
Hapless love or broken bail,
Gulp it (never chew your pill!),
And, if Burgundy should fail,
Try the humbler *** of ale!
Over all is heaven's expanse.
Gold's to find among the shale.
Fate's a fiddler, Life's a dance.

Dull Sir Joskin sleeps his fill,
Good Sir Galahad seeks the Grail,
Proud Sir Pertinax flaunts his frill,
Hard Sir AEger dints his mail;
And the while by hill and dale
Tristram's braveries gleam and glance,
And his blithe horn tells its tale:--
'Fate's a fiddler, Life's a dance.'

Araminta's grand and shrill,
Delia's passionate and frail,
Doris drives an earnest quill,
Athanasia takes the veil:
Wiser Phyllis o'er her pail,
At the heart of all romance
Reading, sings to Strephon's flail:--
'Fate's a fiddler, Life's a dance.'

Every Jack must have his Jill
(Even Johnson had his Thrale!):
Forward, couples--with a will!
This, the world, is not a jail.
Hear the music, sprat and whale!
Hands across, retire, advance!
Though the doomsman's on your trail,
Fate's a fiddler, Life's a dance.

Envoy

Boys and girls, at slug and snail
And their kindred look askance.
Pay your footing on the nail:
Fate's a fiddler, Life's a dance.

I flinch
when you reach for my hands.
I squirm
when your arms wrap around me.
I’m sorry
that I can’t love you.
I’m sorry
that I keep running.

We are newtons third law of motion
you are the action,
and I am the equal and opposite
reaction.

It's those days when you sit and ponder,
And you truly 'look' around you;
It's those days when you just wonder,
If purpose in life has found you.

It's those days when you glance yonder,
And see for once the swaying trees;
It's those days when you just wonder,
How mellifluous are the humming bees.

It's those days when you feel asunder,
And you think you've lost your way;
It's those days when you think it's a blunder,
But life smiles and tells you- "It's okay".

It's those days that make you complete,
For all else is a heady blur;
It's those days that truly are replete,
With silence and the occasional stir.

So many times I've tried,
                             and so many times I've died.*

Bringing myself up every time
from the ashes of the past,
they burn with such sinister intensity.
Because hatred fuels the dancing flames,

                             *but I now know.
                     I am the Phoenix.

Pleasure should be taken in small doses lest when departure comes the soul stops dancing by habit strive to live each moment waiting ahead with a resolve not to be a hero expected to carry the crushing burden of another's dreams take heart in your rejoicing- because the heart is made for making glories from agonies not for sadness passed into empty spaces believe in self deep enough not to fall into ruins build strength and hope from scratch exercise the body while the mind _body remain fat and careless while waiting for superman

I saw the light inside your soul
Struggle against your body
Long bouts of dullness
Seeped into illness
Getting dimmer and dimmer
It blinked and flickered
and at times shone blindingly bright
Glowed.

I saw the life
Though your shell shuddered in pain
And your hair fell away
As your figure swayed
The longing to hold your grandchild
Lovingly kiss the soft cheeks
Ignoring that you were weak
and soothingly stroke the hair

I saw the telling wrinkles
Give away your secrets
Smile lines
and worry lines.
Twinkling eyes
Glazed over as you forgot who I am.

I saw you unwillingly give up trying
Your efforts in vain
Dragged down
Inevitably bed bound.

I saw the recognition
The realisation
The acceptance
In your spirit
and went through the refusal
The denial
Confusion and anger
Depression
And eventually a hard slap of
Reality.

It's OK that I'm not loving you.
I'm fine to spend my time on me.

   I've joined a Dragon Boat racing team.
You should see us out there!
We're like Vikings speeding on the river and under bridges.
 
  I've taken up the viola,
and your heart would melt if you heard my rendition of 'Twinkle, Twinkle'.
It's really quite nice.
 
  I've begun boxing classes.
Suddenly, there's great comfort in giving and receiving pain,
and I like to believe that you'd hate that you love to sooth my wounds.
  
   I've joined a dodge ball team to give my inner kid some recess time.
He's been down lately.
Turns out, I can dodge your glances faster than I can a giant, rubber ball.

   I'm taking Russian lessons now.
I couldn't talk to you the way I wanted to,
so I don't see much use for English anymore.
  
  I've also started to volunteer.
I work with emotionally challenged individuals,
I like to think you'd joke that I'm not volunteering there.

   No, my life is very full right now.
I can't imagine just how little I'd actually do,
if I were with you.

   I have a singing lesson in about a half hour,
but I may not go.
I'm tired.
And, I really don't want to do anything today.

   I just want to... may be watch a movie with you;
though, I wouldn't make it to the end.
I'd fall asleep holding you,
and dream of doing the same.