Born and die we are,
No one is superior or inferior.
Equal in the end.

Heart touching musical score.
Entranced audience in tears.
God crying in their souls.

A crowd of gold
diggers. It was a risque. The lineage
leaks. Blue blood remains unhinged.

I refuse to learn.
Illusion hangs off me. Who said live
dangerously? You are walking on rose petals.

Where will my pain go?
Each word becomes an alpin to draw
the blood to write a poem.

Enduring smile blossoms,
Pain's grip loosens, disappears,
Joy fills every breath.

Walk with me a while
give me one last kiss on parting
good friends and lovers
secretly and silently entwined
yet I am ever thought as old
and you a young and pretty thing
winter sighs a final breath
and bends to kiss the hand of spring