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Johnny Cyrene
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- About Me:
- I like to write poetry and I believe in the power of prayer
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The light of day fades to shadows of indigo,
it is a time when dreams come true
as worn and tormented bodies prepare for rest.
The aides and nurses wedge out a smile;
knowing it is time for
old heartbeats and souls to drift slowly...
to the land of slumber.
Some lie on pillows of despair, others not so...
for they are grateful. The tormenting pain in their bodies finally at rest
as the sun light wanes.
Contented from nourishment just taken
Their eyes are drowsy; there is no mistaken.
But little is known and it is never told
about the mystical life of the very old.
You see there is a magic time in the wane of the moon
when shadows start dancing in old folks rooms
from midnight till three as the nurses are dozing,
the old folks are dancing with the angels knowing
It may be a last hurrah as they kick up their heels
like years past in dreams of laughter
when the dancing was real.
Peek into their rooms, this is not the scene
You never see them dance
and you will never know their dreams.
All you find as you crack open the door
are resting souls and peaceful snores.
ksartist1946 9/7/2005
(c) Johnny L. Cyrene
Dancing from Midnight 'Til Three
The light of day fades to shadows of indigo,
it is a time when dreams come true
as worn and tormented bodies prepare for rest.
The aides and nurses wedge out a smile;
knowing it is time for
old heartbeats and souls to drift slowly...
to the land of slumber.
Some lie on pillows of despair, others not so...
for they are grateful. (* See the balance here?-you need to give both insights of the patients there.)
The tormenting old pain in their bodies finally at rest ( describe the pain here-you may have another idea..)
as the sun light wanes.
Contented from nourishment just taken
Their eyes are drowsy; there is no mistaken.
But little is known and it is never told
about the mystical life of the very old.
You see there is a magic time in the wane of the moon
when shadows start dancing in old folks rooms
from midnight till three as the nurses are dozing,
the old folks are dancing with the angels knowing
It may be a last hurrah as they kick up their heels
like years past in dreams of laughter
when the dancing was real.
Peek into their rooms, this is not the scene
You never see them dance
and you will never know their dreams.
All you find as you crack open the door
are resting souls and peaceful snores.
ksartist1946 9/7/2005
(c) Johnny L. Cyrene
Thanks
Anita
God Bless
Anita
Welcome aboard my friend. I'm glad that you decided to join.
Smiles,
Chey
Here is something about faith.
The strongest power you can have, is that little faith, put it in action and show the omnipotence of God.
Faith is a substance. It's physical not spiritual. It is developed by someone not asked from God that even a baby has it when held by another person; it cries knowing the mum is around and will come for it's rescue. How the Father longs Four our faith to come to our rescue! Blessings-Paul
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