And We Will Dance July 10 The night of the masquerade ball: You wore a painted veil and parasol- A goddess on her pedestal. Your gifted smile was my delight: I moved with you inside the night… Felt their wrath- as well one might. The artist weeps and he is old; The critic sleeps and he is cold. Move slowly to the mirror girl: Take off your bows and ribbons girl. And we will fall and we will rise- No foil to love no false disguise… No pretense; no deceit; no lies- I have seen behind your eyes. So come to me with silent sighs- Yes come to me in silent sighs. I want you in the morning child, Playful in these arms of mine; Caught between this dance and fear Of losing you and being here… Knowing neither wrong nor right; Seeing only black and white: Come lovers all tonight- Come lovers all tonight. And we will dance and praise the moon; And we shall hum a sacred tune. And lovers shall tonight be told The place to be where love is bold. And every touch an offering: Given freely to the other’s weal; Eternally to pray, to kneel: Beneath God’s holy monument- This consecrated sacrament. Yet some will cry it is so ordained That love causes only hurt and pain. Love has no holy monument; No consecrated sacrament… Love is for fools too blind to see; Knows only chains, is never free. Love ignores its prisoner’s pleas- Returns in time to taunt then flees. And each kills in the other that which they love- Too much below to rise above.
Posted on: Thu, 13 Mar 2014 08:40:08 +0000