DANCE WITH ME
Time is glancing at me. I pretend I don’t see him,
as if his eyes want to rob my youth and carry it away
and drink from the cup -which is mine-
It’s my thirst for life!
I slowly turn my face
Just like the sunflower turns his own face towards the light.
Now I dare to look into the eyes of time, where I see no thief,
for I can see he has the same eyes of life.
While I can, I want to run, I want to jump, to roll and to dare,
to swim in the river, walk in the meadows,
not minding the clouds and not seeing the shadows.
I shall then honour the life I was given,
breathing her air, opening my heart and feel it receiving.
Tomorrow the storm will lift to give way to my thirsty heart
who to time is giving one more glance,
and receiving one more chance
to drink from the cup of Life
and invite her for a graceful dance.
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Comments
I feel a definite connection between the recent poems you have posted. Themes run through them.
I sense a feeling here of time not being the enemy people often see in it. And no matter the age of the person time is still that friend. I like the simile of the sunflower and the line "breathing her air, opening my heart and feel it receiving" is beautiful and so meaningful.
Yes, you are so right, I have a thing for time. Have written quite a few about this subject. In my The Old Man and the Book I finished with "time is not his
enemy when he sees him as old and wise." We are just too scared of it.
And it's only when we embrace life, with all its beauty and tragedy, that we can truly live and stop being so scared of time. Oh, Bernie, its just me with my
thinking and feelings......!.
And there is nothing wrong with those feelings and thinking my dear Bernadette. You are right with everything you say.