My Dunes Of Time

 

While standing on my "Dunes of Time",

abstracts, venture through my mind,

was it really all so grand-

up on the stage, music in hand?

 

Just a carefree pleasing girl,

to make her mark upon the world.

The scent still penetrates the air,

and, somehow--grander is the stair!!

 

Elegance on every wall-

fine pianos---played by all,

from novice--to the "Golden Chair"-

all were equal--sitting there.

 

Once the huge front doors were parted,

a whole new world, for me, was started!

All I met, were seeking too---

following a dream--did theirs' come true?

 

And then-- the soul--who sent by God;

guided, molded--but, never trod

upon those special feelings known-

vibrations felt--in undertones..

 

Never, had I loved more deeply--

truly cared, and hugged so sweetly!

Listening intently with soft brown eyes-

and his approval--I sailed the skies;

not a fear of harm or hurting,

a love so sweet, our underskirting.

 

He let me fly upon the wind,

and, if off course--I might have been,

a look from him--a sweet chastise,

would bring me safely back to earth,

a few soft words--and my rebirth!!

 

My brother's passed beyond the veil-

followed in his father's trail.

Yet, I will see him by the stair,

and hug "completely" in the air!!

by

Shirley Ruksznis Young ©1996