No One Cares For Poetry

I saw green-grey mountains in your eyes
I saw galaxies
Where lived my best friend
Places no one had been to
Places I longed to travel within

In rushed the moment I had to decide
Betray myself for wanderlust, or
Say goodbye to the wandering eye
Goodbye, mountains
Goodbye, friend

Photo Credit: Lisa Mae; FieryPhotography.com

Congratulations

When we find the dance floor
At our appointed time
Our souls and eyes at once meet
To herald new lang syne
Which memories might serve us
Which regrets must we loose
When we release the pressure
Which dance steps will we choose

Original Inspiration Credit: “Get Up Offa That Thing;” by James Brown