Arthur Vaso Poet Lyric

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Sos

SOS


Sixty seems so old
Oland was a time long ago
Sweden still sleeps in my dreams

So young so sweet
Old dreams run in retreat
Songs like lovers never last

Vanished love, island breezes
Vanquished lovers, sins drown, nothing pleases

Gone is the desire
Gardens die inside of Swedish winds
Gentle thoughts tossed into trysts seas

Tales of lore from distance shore
Another chance, the dice never win
Camisoles and lingerie
Oh my love, you captivated me
Maidens I would always toss to the sea

Frost could not kill the call of drummers doom

Another song, another story of a lovers end
Beware the maiden, ships sailors will tell 
Breasts heave in sadness of autumn leaves
Allay my fears with illusions trumpets

Death dances, life runs to another day
Quebec was the shores of Swedish fantasies

Winter winds brought things to an end
Taking love could not prosper, when love won’t bend
Inside the pain, doomed us the broken hearted
Another day, another dream


Knowing love was so departed
	Memories wrapped and folded in the drawer
Knowing death was welcome and so regarded
	Youth no longer dances on this shore


Solitude was the only game in town
Obituary would be my fame thus drowned
Smiles forgotten, my love for her never waned



Notes: Due to some confusion, I changed the last verse and fixed a few things!
The suicide was mine, but only poetically! :)

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Demetrios Trifiatis June 28, 2016 at 4:50 AM A very sad but very beautiful poem dear, Arthur! Sixty? Too young for me!

Eve Roper June 27, 2016 at 7:53 PM A personification of yourself very sad, Arthur, life will always be a puzzle. We have our ups and our downs, but with faith we try to overcome and try to be stronger. Love the write Hugs Eve

Andrea Dietrich June 27, 2016 at 3:29 PM Is the picture of a woman who died, Arthur? It seems a tribute to her or to her memory as she grows older. Yeah, I am over 60 now . Ugggg, but thanks for what you said to me today. this was an interesting one. THis is the line that stood out for me: Memories wrapped and folded in the drawer

Robert Lindley June 27, 2016 at 7:10 AM Superb crafting of a sad romance. Love gives and it takes away. One must feel rue love and the weight of it when crushed to ever think of ending it all. Glad you do so only in poetic verse my friend! A7

Nette Onclaud June 26, 2016 at 11:23 PM so many great music-weavers gone too soon... i didn't realize agnetha passed on... a splendid tribute to a dancing queen, arthur..huggs Arthur Vaso June 26, 2016 at 11:32 PM She didn't, was me! I think I didnt do this well so a new version is coming soon! :)

Jan Allison June 26, 2016 at 7:32 AM am a little confused by the sad ending had to check out this wasn't a tribute to Agnetha Falstog:-( hugs jan xx Arthur Vaso June 27, 2016 at 12:09 AM Well I think I confused a few, but I am a confusing person! I fixed her up a wee bit and lets see if you can find this on my site!!!! ( bonus ) LOL Arthur Vaso June 26, 2016 at 11:58 AM You got it!!!!! :)