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"The Good Life" by Mary L. de Ville
Maybe I should go to bed
But who cares what lies ahead,
Know that you’re a long time dead,
Happy voices calling me,
Join them in this reverie,
Blissful opportunity
To shake off melancholy,
Know this is transitory,
Days like this will soon be done,
Now’s the time to have some fun,
Rhythm causes heart to beat,
Movement makes the pulses leap,
Caught up in the fervour,
Need not go any further,
Life’s champagne I will partake,
Fantastic fizz bubbles make,
Feel I’m on a higher plane,
One that I shall then remain
Long after this night’s over.
If I could but stay right here,
Future life would hold no fear,
Could escape from all the dross,
Would not feel a sense of loss,
All around there is a glow,
Move along with the flow,
Know that I will have to go
When the night fades into dawn,
All dissipating by morn,
Now I will be swept along,
Boyd up by music and song,
Shaking off inhibitions,
Making most of the frissons,
Intoxication takes hold,
Soon I will become too old
And times like these will be past
Have to make the moment last,
Some time I’ll look back and say
Way back then I had my day.
Mary L. de Ville
Copyright 2006
"Two Seasons" by Mary L. de Ville
Dark dismal days gone,
Colour erupts everywhere,
Bringing life and hope.
Winter’s lethargy
Explodes into energy,
Motivating all.
Past starkness softens
With every new leaf and blade,
Saturating senses.
Long nights decreasing,
Time gradually expanding,
Opportunity.
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Long days shortening,
Bright brash leaves become burnished
As sunlight weakens.
Fruits of year’s labours
In plentiful abundance,
Consumed thankfully.
Past lushness starkens,
Green turns golden brown and falls,
Creating new vistas.
Pace of all changes
As hyperactivity
Slows and relaxes.
Mary L. De Ville
Copyright 2006
"Just A Little Niche" by Mary L. de Ville
I didn’t ask for the sun,
I didn’t ask for the moon,
Never thought it possible
We could dance the same tune.
Knew that all I could expect
Was a very tiny part,
Just a little niche,
Somewhere in your heart.
I didn’t ask for silver,
I didn’t ask for gold,
Nor did I seek commitment,
I wouldn’t be so bold,
But what I dared to hope for
Right from the very start,
Was a little niche
Deep inside your heart.
I didn’t ask for flames,
I didn’t ask for fire,
Nothing that could burn away,
Never wanted it to tire.
Really thought I saw a glow,
That there was a spark
Deep inside this niche
Hidden in your heart.
I might as well have asked for
The moon, the stars and the sun,
Silver, gold and diamonds,
Wanted each and every one.
They would have been as likely
To have played a part
As a little niche
Somewhere in your heart.
Mary L. de Ville
Copyright 2006