Dance of Life

To walk in a filed of daisies
The sun guiding the footsteps
As the heat of a summer day
Melts a ferrous heart of a man.
He who experiences such Entity,
May shout to the world with joy
Revealing in words the dance of life,
And express the gladness a fiery summer
Day has brought upon his iron-like heart.

To sit beside each given blossom;
To touch the innocence of its bud
and to gaze at its sweet clustered garment,
In awe a man should be as he continues
To watch the stillness of a floweret
As God sprinkles heavenly waters,
And blows its heavenly Breath
To the daisies that so proudly stand
Firm in its field of Life.
A man shall have witnessed life
Moving in the simplest ways
And that to man should be the dance of
What is defined to be life?

To touch the lips of another
To be near a Godly breath
Allowing skin to skin moment
In a land made by the heavens
It is all man needs to sustain
His burning desires at that hour
And so such spirit will gladly dance
Among the daisies whispering to them
About the Dance of such Life.

But man needs more
More than another soul can give
Man simply needs the words that were
Made out of Pure Honey;
Words that are hung on golden and
Pearl walls.
And so when man will die and Reach
The place where only angels sing divine songs.
Man will walk beside Angels
And as The words will grant him peace
And pain no longer exists within his heart,
Man shall Shout from the edges of heavenly Clouds
To earth Declaring about the Last Dance Of LIFE.