Your music 'tis filled with rubatos- <br />A slow dance gone very wrong- <br />Surrounded by my guardian angels- <br />With Gods forgiveness, i sing His Psalms. <br /> <br />His light shining brightly- <br />His leading of my way- <br />On the straight and narrow path- <br />Where Gods children play. <br /> <br />Rumors gone wild for three decades- <br />Laced with treacherous adjectives- <br />Believe none of what you hear- <br />And only a fourth of what you see. <br /> <br />Lost in your music as always- <br />I am afraid i just cannot follow- <br />Your tempo 'tis too dark and unforgiving- <br />A slow dance that is much too hollow. <br /> <br />Empty and yet full of inuendo- <br />Severe judgement so undeserved- <br />Your music 'tis filled with rubatos- <br />Leaving me empty, yet pitifully un-nerved. <br /> <br />Cast your stones unto the wind- <br />Be not of my joy filled days- <br />For the darkness living inside of you- <br />Has burned what feeling i had left for you- <br /> (turned to ashes and blown away) <br /> <br />(Dust In The Wind Of My Life) <br />1974-2009<br /><br />Theodora (Theo) Onken<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/dancing-23/
