SHAKESPEARE'S NIGHT OF ANNE HATHAWAY
They loved well in the night, 'twas but their game
and took them to the brink of sanity
where both could feel the burning of its flame
and be more into love than they should be;
His cataclysmic heart too young to wait,
She much to sassy of a mind to care
they'd have it all before it was too late
taking from love what love's been hiding there;
and in the last lavation of desire
when love's no more, they lay right where we lay
begrudged of what they thought should be a fire
but all they found was love that would not stay.
and yet they stay beholden to the night
though love was not so real, and not so right.
© ron wilson aka Vee Bdosa the Doylestown Poet
L one(ly) days need not be gray
O ffer yourself time away
V isit the ocean blue
I ntrigue yourself with a sunset hue
N ature in her beauty can cure
G iving the soul a lavation, to make pure
T ake away the strain of stress filled days
H eavenly beach, spend time in sun's rays
E levate yourself to where Angels play
L augh, twirl and spin
A ct like a child again
U rgency is pretend
G rant yourself time with a friend
H ave more than one week a year
T o make your life happy to bear
E nough relaxation and rest
R epent your dying, tired being to zest
O ften we ignore the signs
F or when it is our time
L isten to your body, your brain and heart
I promise you will not regret this part
F or there I have been, many a time
E venings filled with loving the laughter of life - so fine.
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