I did not live until death held me close
Loved me like a nightingale
Leaving me with longing
And the taste of his misery
upon my lips.
As I try to comfort him
I find myself pulled closer
In his arms again
I long to feel him
To hold him
Close to my heart
It’s not to be
There will come a day
When I will feel his kiss
When I will let him lead me away
But it is not today
My dreams of joining him
A self inflicted homicide
Are put at bay
As he watches me from afar
Creeping closer
I will join him eventually
I will let him love me
He will take me away
In the chariot i dream
But for now
I will stay and watch
As the world continues to turn
I do not fear the reaper
I fear the lady life
For death
Dying
Is far easier
Than continuing the day to day
And yet I keep him at bay
With dreams of empathy
Dreams of a world
That cares
Knowing that eventually
I will dance with death again
On his terms
Not mine
And As he cries for me
Each time I draw near
I know this tango
Will come to an end
Someday I will see him
I will smile and wave
And he will hold me close once more
But that day
Is not today
Today I choose life
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When Big Bands Played on every station 📻
When big bands ruled the world, with live broadcast each night. A slow world. A sentimental world. A world that believed in God. In LOVE. A world after the war that appreciated the small things, the community and most importantly family above all else. What a beautiful world that was of values. If we could only add progression to old school morality then maybe one would have less suffering. A book I read often from the 1950 states “if suffering made the world wise, a wise world it would be” after the world wars what a wise world we were becoming. If progression could meet slowness, like the Italian say “the art of doing nothing” what a peaceful world we would have. Big Bands brought in peace in a time the world didn’t know the end, each night the news goes off, did a love one die? Is your family now just a Jayne or Joe doe somewhere out there? Well forget your troubles we are all in this together- here is Glenn Miller and his Big Bands singing it’s a blue world, the moonlight serenade begins for a hour where you forget your troubles and melt in with the big band. Once the war was over those late night broadcasts became coming home dances. For a moment to me that was a beautiful world. Radio Days. Glenn miller and his orchestra playing live lifting spirits. A beautiful world that must had been for that moment. To be alive and to be appreciative of every second God Has given you.
By La Regina💗Kallie Venturini❤️about 12 hours ago in Poets
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This was so dark, intense and emotional but that ending was powerful!