To life's reverent way the feather does fall, <br />Cast in a new pose I throw on this shawl, <br />As if a sculptor I chisel with my mallet, <br />As if a painter I mix colour from my palette. <br /> <br />With new eyes as far as I see beauty abounds, <br />With new ears from afar glorious sounds, <br />From the air all surround in life a sweet taste, <br />A tender touch to which nothing is waste. <br /> <br />We princes & princesses of immortal majesty, <br />A fountain to drink from man's mortal tragedy, <br />On Earth with shallow breath a passing glance, <br />For it is the arena of the stars where we dance. <br /> <br />I was given a golden sphere of searing heat, <br />To explode in brilliance if ever we meet, <br />A heavy weight I turned to silver from lead, <br />A free spirit my heart shall never be dead.<br /><br />Alexander Thomas<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-unbearable-lightness-of-being/
