THE WIND BENEATH YOUR WINGS

I am here to hold your hand,
In rain, in the dark, and under the sun.....
I am here to see you succeed, to be your soul...
To live your dreams, when some of them dont exist.

I will hold you close to my heart,
Knowing that what you wish for
Can be done, can be achieved....
I will show you the way.

I will hold the candle, while you stride,
The destination is yours, the win is in you,
You have the wings, of scarlet and gold,
And I am the wind beneath your wings......

LOVE, FAITH AND INSPIRATION…….

In my first moments of triumph I counted on my companions,
In this moment of joyous victory, I wished for myself to surrounded……….
When my name was called, I rolled my head back and then took my first walk.
This was my victory dance, as I stood for the world to gaze at me at awe.
In this moment I was surrounded alright but I longed for my companions…
And disappointment was not for me, for I was blessed with their presence.

I wished for Love to be present while I won,
And Love was there with me, he had his arms around me.
Life is all about love for without him I could never glow as the sun wishes me to,
And without love parched I would remain… and a winner is never parched.

I prayed for Faith to be in attendance and they were answered…
For Faith stood with me; clutching my hand as I took my momentary bow………
What is life without a single trace of faith and what living without life?
She gave me an opportunity of victory; she gave me an opportunity to be a winner….

And finally I hoped for Inspiration to beckon my spirits in the destined moment,
He came…. Inspiration arrived and filled my heart with warmth.
For inspiration is the spring of my life, he is the autumn of my breath,
And, he came and swept me with an air of victory, and yes victor I was………….

BACK FROM THE DEAD

She lay gazing at the stars,
Hoping to find his face amongst them,
Wanting to see his eyes,
Feel his glare, his being....
And understand his vision.

And then she finds him,
She mentally re-arranges the stars,
She discovers that pronounced chin she adores,
The sunken cheeks, that stark forehead,
She realises his lips, his smile.... always crooked, a little.

She closes her eyes,
Knowing now that he is by her side,
Looking out for her from above,
Within her, in her being,
She knows now, the two are inseparable.

Her hands lift up, wet with the grass dew,
And she strokes his face,
She smiles, her cold touch turns warm,
She feels his body, close, warm, cosy,
And she knows, she knows... herself and him.

He lies, next to her, his hand on her head,
He plants a soft peck on her closed eyes,
Ans she wraps her arms around him,
She knows he is there,
Even if he is invisible, even when he is not there.

The night passes through,
The sun replaces the stars,
The darkness goes, the hollow white clouds in her place,
And she opens her eyes to the blinding brightness,
Alas..... the dream is broken...

And so she returns to her work,
Her children, his house,
For come night, come darkness, and the stars,
She shall lay on the grass, waiting for him,
For he will return from the dead for her.... one more time.

LOVE IMPOSSIBLE

His hair is ruffled, unruly.... yet it is soft and smooth,
But there is a certain calm in the storm, a quietness.
As I run my fingers through them.........
The stillness in me awakens.
I had them over my knees last night,
He laid them on me as we chatted away with our friends.
It felt good, important, close....
To him, his aura, his being.
And then he abruptly turned his face....
His fair stubbled cheeks rushed on my skin,
I winced, currents of pleasure ripped through me.
The end of his lips, thin, red and soft,
Found me, they fell delicately on my hips, I am taken aback....
I close my eyes, oh how I wish it remains like this.
He looks up at me, I like the attention,
I see his brown eyes, a laughter rising in them.
He recognizes my anxiety, and so he pulls me,
His hands, perpetually warm, burn through me.
He kisses my cheeks, my senses flare.
His fingers rush through my hair,
And I flow in this ecstasy, it is known to me... somehow.

Suddenly, it is morning, the sun warms through,
The sleep is disrupted, the dream is broken.....
And I see him blissfully sleeping next to me,
But the ecstasy remains a dream, for our love is impossible.

MY STARRY SIX-PACK

I am blessed with a six-pack,

It is strong, it is enticing,

It is all what a man wants,

And it is all that life can give.

I never did one crunch to own it,

I never controlled my diet to have them in place,

And I never dreamt that they be mine,

But now that I have them I feel blessed and nothing else.

They are not just a six-pack,

They are the starry six-pack, my best friends,

For they are stars in their own right,

For together they form a constellation called life…..

He is funny, superbly so, has the makings of a legend,

He is intelligent, without intimidation,

He is amiable, never overcooked, never overdone,

He is the first of the starry six-pack.

He can make one laugh, but he makes me cry too,

He can be wildly pricey, seldom a smile for me,

Always putting me down for my lack of humour,

But then he is the one who reads my crap, never saying no.

She is the Miss Smart Pants; she is the one with the dimples,

She is the one who made me an addict to Grey’s,

She is concerned, always beyond her means, beyond her heart’s reach,

She is the second of the starry six-pack.

Always a slave to her hearts desire, sensuous at will,

But she is always the mistress of my heart-beats,

She fills my life with faith, straight from the textbook,

She is the one who tirelessly encourages me…. The love of my life.

He is the brains; he is all about the smarts,

He is the man for smooth talks, ladies and the combination,

The funny man with a bull’s eye for humour,

He is one for the future, for history, and for the present.

But he is Mr. Pricey, always dancing on his own tunes,

He is Mr. Exaggeration, cooking stories about me,

Always trying to embarrass me, stubbornness his hallmark,

He is my room-mate, my confidante, my third starry six-pack…..

She is Miss Confidence; she is Miss Do-It-All-Do-It-Right,

She has will, supreme courage and madness combined,

Always right, all the time; she always works on her own terms,

She is the Mighty Heart; she is the fourth starry six-pack.

She is my backbone, my biggest supporter,

She screams and sets me right; she is Agony Aunt par excellence,

A force of nature; workaholic forever, her fame runs wide and wild,

She is my soul mate, my favourite person on earth……

He is an icon, my ideal, my guru,

Always teaching me a thing or two,

He is Mr. Intellectual, his opinion counts forever,

He knows respect and admiration; he is the fifth starry six-pack.

He does not set the standards, he is the standard,

He knows of his influence, and he uses it well,

He is not funny, he knows it, and that makes him funny,

He is the one who will change the world; he is a man with a mission.

Sh is the final starry six-pack, the one who makes roses rosy,

She has some attitude, unbearable at times,

Her smile is sweet, her hugs warm,

But then again, she is the devil, but not the one in Prada…..

Her temper is strong, tantrums aplenty, her silent treatments are worse….

She takes care of me, pampering me now and then,

And then she punches me with her words, when it’s my bad,

She is pal I always wanted.... the one for all occasions.

So here are the starry six-pack,

You now know of my blessings,

They are my highs and my lows,

They are the starry six-pack….. My life, my best friends…

"I have always believed in numbers, in the equations and logic that lead to reason, and after a lifetime of such pursuits I ask what truly is logic? Who decides reason? My quest has taken me through the physical, to the meta physical to the delusional and back. And I have made the most important discovery of my career, the most important discovery of my life, that it is only in the mysterious equations of love that any logic or reason may be found, am only here tonight because of you, you are the reason I am, you are all my reasons. Thank you."

John Nash, 1994 Nobel Prize Ceremony