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The Sequel - Dance to Love - Part 2

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The Sequel - Dance to Love - Part 2

I awake to the beautiful plaintive strains Of a violin - then realize it’s just in my head Just a dream - a shame to find I’m in the hospital - same room - same bed The monotonous ticking of the clock on the wall Time, an indefinite progress of my existence Time for my pills, time to call the nurse Time not on my side, breaking down my resistance After lunch a quick nap Then the visiting hour I dread most of all Seeing pity in their eyes, they wish me back To what I was before my withdrawal The world of music - my life - my love The fame and fortune that once was mine Exhilarating - Intoxicating, a wife at my side With children sharing the Glory Divine I lived it - I breathed it Plucked at its very soul The core of its existence in my hands Like a faithful servant it played its role I look at the painting on the wall A feeling of Déjà vu enters it seems I’ve seen this glade of lush green plants And these sparkling bubbling streams I remember drawing back watching afar An Angel who danced in its midst Who danced with wild abandon Her hair that the sun had kissed I remember wishing I could dance with her With this Angel from above A hundred birds would sing out loud To watch us Dance to Love But it’s just a painting - There’s no girl there And I’m just a sick old man Wallowing in my grief and sadness Existing however best I can What’s this I’m suddenly in the glade? A young strong man once more She has come for me, my Angel love I leap - I twirl - I soar The world I’ve left behind Unshackled my attachments of A hundred birds do sing out loud To watch us Dance to Love We dance with wild abandon We dance without a care With sun kissed skin our arms entwined Wild flowers in our hair
Footnote: We do not know for sure if my Father – who was a great violinist and classical musician, had imagined this story when he was a young man, when he chanced on a young girl dancing in the glade. It’s a story he told us many times and we loved to believe it. I like to imagine a fitting finale to the first story, when his time came and have pictured it in this poem. This story begins in my Poem arrangement 'Dance to Love - Part 1'

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Date: 7/30/2017 10:41:00 PM
It's a pleasure to read your work, Maria. You craft such beautiful experiences with pictures and music. I often have dreams at night and in the early morning, and in my dreams I am young again. Thank you for sharing your great talent.
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Date: 8/1/2017 6:31:00 AM
Thomas you sound young at heart, and that's the main thing. Thank you so much for stopping by to read the sequel. I really appreciate your visits and lovely comments...Maria
Date: 7/2/2017 11:07:00 PM
WoW ! Great write about your father's memories. Love Enya :)
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Date: 8/1/2017 6:32:00 AM
Thanks so much Debbie, both for the visit and lovely comments.....Maria
Date: 4/27/2017 10:20:00 AM
Oh! this is beautiful, Maria! I am sure both your father and your muse were looking over your shoulder while you wrote this excellent poem! Listening to Enya as I read was an added bonus. #7 Regards // paul
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Date: 4/27/2017 10:34:00 PM
Thanks once again Paul for your high ratings. The poem you just reviewed is only the sequel and I would like to invite you to read 'Dance to Love' the beginning of this story of my father. It was my first entry into the Poetry Soup. Happy reading!
Date: 4/18/2017 3:57:00 PM
A lovely sequel and tribute to your father Maria. I adore Enya too. Her song goes so well with your moving poem. You are enjoying my favorite time of year down under. I always loved being able to enjoy two falls when I flew to Sydney once a week. It was my second home and I miss it. 7 ; )
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Date: 4/22/2017 1:04:00 AM
Of course you were an air hostess, Connie, picked that up in your biography. Sydney just in the last few years has changed so much, too many tourists, too much commercialism, I think. Thanks for the kind words, support and the 7 it is much appreciated.
Date: 4/15/2017 9:33:00 PM
Breathtaking in its beauty , creativity, imagery and depth my friend. Super 7 and a spectacular fav for me. Thanks ..
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Date: 4/16/2017 6:33:00 AM
Thanks Robert for your Super 7 - we are thrilled. As you wife comes from another Island Paradise, if you haven't already, you may like the next 'Haiku Soaring Hawk', of an Island we have just returned from and as seen from the legendary Hawks eyes. Thank you
Date: 4/13/2017 8:41:00 AM
Maria, the feelings and images fill the page and bring to us a shining soul who has embedded his love for music, beauty, and life into yours. Thank you for sharing this stunning story with us. A wholehearted 7:) Amitiés
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Date: 4/13/2017 11:07:00 PM
Thank you Anne-Marie. It was a pleasure to share his perceived experience and I'm sure my father would have wanted that and he would be 'tickled pink' seeing your appreciation from his dimension.
Date: 4/13/2017 7:03:00 AM
Heavenly poem that fills the heart, mind and soul with a poetic beauty! A seven dear, Maria! Thank you for sharing something so precious as your father!
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Date: 4/13/2017 11:10:00 PM
My Dad would love your appreciative comments dear friend- from wherever he is. I'm sure he is entertaining the Spirit world with his genius. Blessings to you and a very Happy Easter to you and your family -(not sure if it's Easter yet in Greece)
Date: 4/13/2017 3:15:00 AM
This is a beautiful poem, Maria, and so beautifully expressed. I completely agree with Lisa below. // Barry
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Date: 4/13/2017 11:13:00 PM
Thanks Barry, it is expressed as I 'felt' it. I would like to take the opportunity to wish you and your family a Happy Easter.
Date: 4/12/2017 2:49:00 PM
Dear Maria. Please allow me to let your words stand. There is nothing I could add. I see and feel so much beauty and emotion. This is exquisite in its entirety. I thank you also for sharing your note and your dad. Hold this one close and dear. Well done.
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Date: 4/13/2017 11:18:00 PM
Thanks Lisa, I'm sure my Dad would love you comments in the dimension he now is where he is probably 'wowing' the Spirit world with his musical genius. (Aside from playing the lead Violin - he played 18 instruments including playing the xylophone with 8 hammers - four in each hand - a feat in itself. Wishing you and your family a Lovely Easter
Date: 4/12/2017 11:46:00 AM
Maria, so many emotions and images as I read this stunning poem. A perfect seven for a perfect write, your father must have been a lovely man.
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Date: 4/13/2017 11:21:00 PM
Thanks Elizabeth - Yes, Dad was a lovely person and totally faithful to his music. None of us were with him when he passed peacefully in the early hours of the morning. That's why I visualized a perfect ending to the Story he told us many times when we were kids. A great Easter to you and your loved ones
Date: 4/12/2017 8:21:00 AM
What lovely memories you've been blessed to have been left with Maria, expressed so beautifully in your poem...
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Date: 4/13/2017 11:23:00 PM
Blessed indeed Charlie and thank you for appreciating the poem. Wish you a Happy Easter
Date: 4/12/2017 3:55:00 AM
A beautiful poem dear Maria, written with passion and vivid imagination and should be honored as POTD. I love it and would give it a 10 if possible.
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Date: 4/13/2017 11:24:00 PM
Thank you Cecilia for your generous thought on the point score.
Date: 4/12/2017 3:48:00 AM
For me this poem is taking my breath away, because I can relate so much, and you know exactly why.... I feel for your father AND for you, the sadness is so palpable, the love is too. A 7 from me for this beautiful poem.
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Date: 4/13/2017 11:28:00 PM
Thank you Darren - so glad you are well enough to have appreciated my poem. My Dad is probably 'wowing' the Spirit world with his musical genius and would love your identifying with the poem. (Aside from playing the lead Violin - he played 18 instruments including playing the xylophone with 8 hammers - four in each hand - a feat in itself. A very Happy and health-full Easter to you, your sister and loved ones.
Date: 4/12/2017 2:08:00 AM
This poem has touched my heart, Maria. I like to picture it as you wrote it and wish that for your father...it was as described. Beautiful piece...Blessings
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Date: 4/13/2017 11:30:00 PM
Thank you for your empathy Eileen. I'm sure my Dad would appreciate your words from where he is. A very Happy Easter to you your loved ones.
Date: 4/11/2017 1:49:00 PM
- Maria,an excellent story, beautifully written - Whether it is true or not, I love the story - a 7 - Best wishes for a lovely Easter :) - (* I have checked the oil ... and even tasted it ... taste awful :) - But, it is not legal in Norway) - hugs // Anne-Lise :)
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Date: 4/13/2017 11:32:00 PM
Thanks Anne-Lise - so glad you love the story. I appreciate your comments -and a lovely Easter to you and your family
Date: 4/11/2017 10:10:00 AM
Amazing poem. And why should it not be true. Your father had character and I can understand how dejected he would be to find himself in a miserable hospital. Unfortunately I've been in there many times. But back to the poem, may I say I would vote it as a POTD. You deserve it. A great 7.
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Date: 4/13/2017 11:35:00 PM
Thanks for your vote of confidence Victor - indeed, we love to think so too. (Aside from playing the lead Violin - he played 18 instruments including playing the xylophone with 8 hammers - four in each hand - a feat in itself. - Wishing you and your family a Happy Easter
Date: 4/11/2017 9:52:00 AM
Maria, this is as beautiful as it is sad at times. Just the thought of someone finding this dream to hide the reality of what life has brought gave me chills. As I can imagine this happening, seeing this as maybe the end comes near. In reference to your note at the bottom, what a wonderful vision to leave your children with, your father seems to have been an artist of many talents, for he has given you something magical that lives on forever. I really enjoyed this wonderful poem.
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Date: 4/13/2017 11:39:00 PM
Thanks Chris, your complements are well appreciated. Yes - why shouldn't it be a reality! He did leave us something magical that can be passed on from generation to generation. (Aside from playing the lead Violin - he played 18 instruments including playing the xylophone with 8 hammers - four in each hand - a feat in itself. A very Happy Easter to you and all you find dear to yourself.