Sitting on the porch
Reclined in a wicker chair bearing the signs of it's age
I stare wistfully into the garden
Watching the grass, watching the flowers
...
Ah yes, my beautiful woman:
You come to me once more, like the morning sun.
This is an ode to you, my beautiful woman.
You hearten and give me the strength of a lion, and courage of a stallion.
...
Before you leave you kiss me goodbye…
This is the silent hurt of you leaving me.
It gives me no warning by any means
—This awful pain of feeling at a loss.
...
Beautiful young woman #1
It glistens in the light of the fire
— Her radiant beauty.
...
Sitting on the train, I see a girl, I’d seen a thousand times before.
Memories flutter past.
In my mind I see vanishing photos of a time come to pass.
There she was, the heroine of my desperate dreams.
...
Glaring through the window,
The sun shimmers against the glassy vision,
I watch the landscape fall to the horizon,
Large electrical towers protrude to the horizon,
...
I see your glistening eyes,
Damp from the melancholy beat projecting out,
I see your face, a face I'd seen a thousand times before.
The face of home, the place I'd always belong,
...
Dance, Dance, Dance
Sitting on the porch
Reclined in a wicker chair bearing the signs of it's age
I stare wistfully into the garden
Watching the grass, watching the flowers
Dance, Dance, Dance
They sway to the rhythm of the wind
I marvel at the leaves holding valiantly against nature
I see the dying leaves lose their battle with mother nature
They let go, flutter, swoop, drift to the ground
Their dance so beautiful yet so tragic
Dance, Dance, Dance
This is their final dance
Smooth and slow
Forever tumbling to the ground
Dance, Dance, Dance
This is the final dance
Salvadore Ponce de Leon