Take My Hand....In Collaboration with Jeremy Michael George

Take my hand
As we dance
Along streams
Of forgetfulness
Let long held hurts
Melt away and
Be buried
In the soft dirt
Where our feet
They do play
Making imprints
That,  although
They will not stay
Remain in our minds
From day to day

A dance of hope,
shall we call it?
where we tip toe,
upon the utopian streams,
with hearts that are shrine,
to some shattered dreams,
a sway above the clouds,
is that what you mean?
when all that subsists,
is a subtle swing,
as we surrender,
to the spell of the winds
The winds, ah
The winds,  they call
Us to dance
Even farther than
We have ever before
And as we heed
Their clarion voice
Our feet are
Lifted on that choice
We're headed now
To dance upon
The clouds that
Exist high above

Pleasantly delusional,
distanced,
from the earthly decrees,
two forms lost,
in a world of reverie,
what finer path,
can ever be,
than a waltz of words,
in the verses' sea,
swaying time and again,
as you hold my hand firmly........



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