The Brown Eyed Dreamer

'Fill your paper with the breathings of your heart.' William Wordsworth

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The Art of Living

I want to live a life full of colour and vitality,
A life full of potential and opportunity;
I want to get out and see the world
Feel foreign soil below my feet and smell
The strangeness of foreign air.
I want to fall in love with life and living,
With personalities, places,
Feelings and faces-
I want to discover.

I want to dance, sing, taste, smell, hear, see
The kaleidoscope of beauty that cascades
Through the air and ripples through the sea.
I want a life full of smiles and laughter,
A life where I wake up with wonder
And fall asleep with satisfaction gliding
On tired but smiling eyes;

And in my time of dying I want not
To think of ‘could have beens’ and ‘what ifs’;
In my final moments I want a familiar smile
To crawl across cracking lips, a smile that knows
‘I may have not lived a perfect life,
But I gave it a damn good shot.’

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La Vie en Paris

Shoot me down with a bullet and
I’ll be buried with a smile on my face;
Nothing could shatter the beauty of
The kaleidoscope of wonder this city holds
Nothing could silence the beauty of
The crescendo of voices spilling poetry from lips
Nothing could steal the beauty of
All these faces, places unfamiliar…
Take what you want,
Ça ne fait rien,
For I am in Paris
Et Paris, je t’aime.