Every season
In nature’s bent,
Finds purpose
For renewal,
That celebrates
Each wont advent
Not as infinity’s rival
But a cycle of revival…
Yet we creatures
Suffer brevity
Of a single stay,
A hoped-for reach
Though time decreed
Life be held brief,
And so ephemeral
Deemed beg amend
Wouldst be in vain,
To imitate seasons
That never fully fade,
Thus likely reason
Life then returns again!
You imagine
With but a glance,
Find courage
To take a chance,
Thus grab hold
Of wont so bold,
That by and by
Propensity
Will defy,
Hereafter bound
To occupy,
A life once lived
On dead man’s ground!
Give me love
Just a little,
Till you know
I won’t loose it,
Take your time
While you muse,
Shall we dance…
Tell me when,
Be your feeling
To declare,
That you care,
In the interim
Shall we dance…
I’ll be there,
If you choose,
To embrace,
We can share
What you feel,
For the while
Shall we dance…
When propitious
For love’s season,
Be fates chance
Held be reason,
Love means stay
Beyond grey,
Take my love
For we shall dance!
Poetry on a canapé 