Days that are no more

Tears, idle tears, I know not what they mean,
Tears from the depth of some divine despair
Rise in the heart, and gather to the eyes,
In looking on the happy autumn-fields,
And thinking of the days that are no more.

-Alfred, Lord Tennyson
(from Tears, Idle Tears)


I have passed a milestone in my life, in fact it is many miles back I just did not notice that was passed. The days of night clubing are no more...Should I cry or rejoice? I still love to dance, will dance to my dying day but the boom boom of the techno-beat no longer fills my soul...alas it is true. I kept thinking aren't they going to play music, with words and differing beats and rythums.

I danced for four hours and felt tired but preaty good Today, I am in pain, I have to have Advil...my knees hurt, my hips hurts, even my toes hurt.

I feel kind of sad at this passing but I am ready to embrace the next step. The next step may be as I enjoyed the first part of last evening, sipping a cosmo straight up made for me by my good friend with his best vodka, listening to smooth jazz, chatting and laughing in the ossais of peace and good taste that is his home.

the rest of the poem reads....

Fresh as the first beam glittering on a sail,
That brings our freinds up from the underworld,
Sad as the last which reddens over one
Thank sinks with all we love below the verge;
So sad, so fresh, the days that are no more.

Ah, sad and strange in the dark summer dawns
The earliest pipe of half-awakened birds
To dying ears, when into dying eyes
The casement slowly grows a limmering square;
So sad, so strange, the days that are no more.

Dear as remembered kisses after death,
And sweet as those by hopeless fancy feigned
On lips that are for others; deep as love,
Deep as first love, and wild with all regret;
O Death in Life, the days that are no more!