Imagine I could be someone else who could <br />sing all the songs that I love, who could join <br />the dance, free to express the beauty I see <br />in words that charmed the sorrowful heart <br />- wouldn't life be meaningful then? <br /> <br />Saturday 22 September 2012 <br /> <br /> <br />The world around me is beautiful <br />the bejewelled swimming pool, the <br />emerald grass, soft breeze, lying <br />in the sun - dreaming <br /> <br />Waking with a smile, floating on the <br />dream, preparing lunch, listening to <br />Chopin - Les Sylphydes - happy <br />to cry with the melody <br /> <br />Looking at what I wrote yesterday <br />I smile, if I cannot express beauty <br />adequately, at least I can keep <br />the memory alive <br /> <br />Waltzing in the kitchen all by myself, <br />heaving like a ship in stormy seas <br />moving in circles, satisfied that <br />the feeling of delight <br /> <br />Is still there, my imagination set free <br />still makes me feel like a dancer <br />expressive on nimble feet - I'm <br />in love with the sun! <br /> <br />Sunday 23 September 2012<br /><br />Margaret Alice Second<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/in-love-with-the-sun/
