
Yes that’s right
We are counting down the days
Eleven months of darkness will become light
As the season of good cheer is here to stay…
© J W Nelson 2016

Yes that’s right
We are counting down the days
Eleven months of darkness will become light
As the season of good cheer is here to stay…
© J W Nelson 2016

The journey started in 68
Like the hypnotic humming of a bird
Even back then I was always late
To be early would be absurd

We start our unknown journey
With no destination sight
With hopes to become attorney?
And the power it gives to take flight?

My train keeps on going
There is still fuel in the tank
A year older means more puffing and blowing
Mouth wide open, expression almost blank

I continue to perform the ‘Swan’
Cool and calm is the top line view
Inside pistons fire like a mad man
You never want to reveal the real you

Another year is added to my number
Its birthday time on the horizon again
Yester year I had time to slumber
But now, it’s a huge thank you to all my friends

The hope is to keep life simple
Drive your journey your way
Stay as cute as a dimple
Retain your essence – afterall its your brithday! (it’s mine actually)
Eyes transfixed, looking from the top down
Mesmerised as bodies intertwined
His with hers, hers with his
They were only of one mind
An expectant audience drew breath
As her head hurtled towards the dance-floor
A safe pair of arms and hands
Could not deny her aura anymore
Two turns, bodies completely in sync
Her hypnotic sweet odour consumed
For him to never let her go
As though they were the only two people in the room
She slid furtively across his back
He spun on his toes to face
Inches apart, hearts beating
They drew closer, ready for their embrace
Intensely their fingers interlock
Gripped by unbridled emotions
She leaps like a gazelle
It was poetry in motion
The final curtain call arrives
Finely balanced like a bird on a beam
Did time fly palpably so fast?
And was this dance just another dream…