DANTExtreme

Though wise men at their end know dark is right,
Because their words had forked no lightning they
Do not go gentle into that good night.

Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright
Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight,
And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way,
Do not go gentle into that good night.

Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight
Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

And you, my father, there on the sad height,
Curse, bless me now with your fierce tears, I pray.
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.


--
dante

She always smiled, even under rain, fog, snow and shine;
She smiled whenever I walked by, sending shivers down the spine
And further down, too, it did.

And whenever the thunder and lightning cursed me under my roof
And blitzed my dog under all his fur,
She smiled.

The dogs barked when she ran by, and the Magpies swooped down
But she didnt winge her smile, she didn't fade it,
She always smiled.

I never knew the name she once tried to tell me
When her husband took her away from me
Her hand reached for me, but his dragged her's out
She didn't smile then, and I knew why.

Whenever the darkness sleeps above us,
And nothing else seems to light,
I think she was smiling,
She would have.

And on that dark night, her hand stole me from my dreams
And landed into her eyes, but fearful, fearful, eyes!
Her husband was murdered she told me,
And her eyes squinted and tears were pushed out
There was nothing I could do but hold her tears on my shoulder,
And that was all I did; that was all I did.

I wonder who would steal his heart so soft and warm,
So pure of Love, but also with jealousy?
Who would take away a life with future
And with a beautiful wife who smiles the most beautiful smile?

She held my arm on his funeral and her tears continued a waterfall
From the shoulders of my build
In that moment, that's all I could offer--
A shoulder of waterfalls

Yet, that wasn't all she was hiding...

When we are torn in despair for her good, oh so good, husband
Her arm reached to me, and his no longer pulled her back,
She hid a smile under her tears that hid them oh so well,
She hid a smile and held my arm.

She hid a smile
And it was the most beautiful smile

--
dante