In Love With The Sun Poem by Margaret Alice Second

Imagine I could be someone else who could
sing all the songs that I love, who could join
the dance, free to express the beauty I see
in words that charmed the sorrowful heart
- wouldn't life be meaningful then?

Saturday 22 September 2012


The world around me is beautiful
the bejewelled swimming pool, the
emerald grass, soft breeze, lying
in the sun - dreaming

Waking with a smile, floating on the
dream, preparing lunch, listening to
Chopin - Les Sylphydes - happy
to cry with the melody

Looking at what I wrote yesterday
I smile, if I cannot express beauty
adequately, at least I can keep
the memory alive

Waltzing in the kitchen all by myself,
heaving like a ship in stormy seas
moving in circles, satisfied that
the feeling of delight

Is still there, my imagination set free
still makes me feel like a dancer
expressive on nimble feet - I'm
in love with the sun!

Sunday 23 September 2012