PopTart Pamela
Acrobat
Just thought I would post some poems again, as there are quite a few new people here - unfortunately have not been writing lately so no new stuff - sorry!
Heres one of them
Dance of Life
He?s seen too many
cold and lonely beds
that vanish into a blur
of memory,
disjointed, disconnected -
out of time and place.
He?s pondered over too many sunrises
and not enough sunsets ?
embraced too many strangers
who soon become friends,
and gazed through the bottom
of too many glasses ?
stored away too much
of life.
Yet again and again
he falls into the heart,
into the music
and into our souls,
welcoming, holding, swirling and bursting
in the dance of life ?
a surreal and sensorial wonder.
He thinks he?s got so much
for so little ?
but he?s wrong.
Heres one of them
Dance of Life
He?s seen too many
cold and lonely beds
that vanish into a blur
of memory,
disjointed, disconnected -
out of time and place.
He?s pondered over too many sunrises
and not enough sunsets ?
embraced too many strangers
who soon become friends,
and gazed through the bottom
of too many glasses ?
stored away too much
of life.
Yet again and again
he falls into the heart,
into the music
and into our souls,
welcoming, holding, swirling and bursting
in the dance of life ?
a surreal and sensorial wonder.
He thinks he?s got so much
for so little ?
but he?s wrong.
