Okay, small note, dear friends, this is part three of my Learning to Dance poems. You all have already seen the last poem among the first blogs I ever posted. I found this one late last night and think that part of being a strong warrior is acceptance of what lies ahead, someday...
Learning to Dance:
The Summerland
There is a place that I await,
and yes, it waits for me.
When time stands still
and my death is near,
so begins my journey,
to the Summerland.
I've learned to Dance,
I've tangoed the Will and the Way.
With every Mosh,
from every Pit,
I've finally found my way.
So, be it now,
or be it years,
The Summerland awaits...
And when I go,
you will know,
for you'll hear me sing as I dance away!
-Heaven
