Echo of bells 
from the steeple
I do not wake
Simply dream 
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It is not good enough to simply be alive
We must be active in our own fate

The Gods have been good to me

but why?

a solitary fate

All roses bow their heads
when standing alone 
in the clutch of
a vase.

Grateful To Be Alive

It could all be so different,
our lives hanging by the slenderest of threads,
the scissor ready to cut
at any moment.
One second makes the difference,
but that's all that counts.
If not for that second
I wouldn't have been there
to see your beautiful faces
and radiant souls.
In fact,
it'd probably be me
that would be looking down,
wondering if you could see me.