LSeeker:
Melodies unravel,
soul song spreading travel.
Falling toward the unknown,
feeling the bitter alone.
But tone is from the hearts core,
and warm love might it lore.
Come sing a sad glad song,
come wish away the wrong.
Come play restlessly
in this dream with me,
and cry away your tears,
along with the unknown fears..
It's a painful glee to be alive, and to see.
But dance with me and we'll rise above the demise.
Marbety:
Humming softly, keeping pace,
Your neck, a resting spot for my face,
we sway and keep time with effort none,
until the music of the spheres is done....
we traipse over meadows and thru the clouds
and have eyes for each other although amidst crowds,
and locked closely within your embrace,
the steps of the dance on our lives we trace...
For timing and dancing are nigh to treasure,
the infinite blessings are so hard to measure...
But hold me,
don't scold me,..
and we'll dance thru the night...
and please me,
don't tease me..
on this wondrous flight...
LSeeker:
Let me fall far down,
only to catch myself
before hitting the ground..
Let me know the dance of a feather's falling grace,
flip flap from eagles wing's race.
Turn out the light and bring on the stars..
Turn off the noise and bring the silence..
To the meadow of magic it's not that far..
To the silent dream of our mind's dance.
Reach out your hand
and hold mine
just for this moment..
Don't cry, don't laugh, don't stare
until you are completely deaf.
Can you feel like I do the moment sent?
Marbety:
Pirouetting across the floor,
never mind that the heart wants more...
sometimes the spotlight can hold but one,
and but for your dancing, my dance would be done.....
The lilt of my heart when we step forth together,
is like bouquet's fragrance wafted up in Spring's weather...
eternally grateful for your spirited grace..
I smile and watch for a smile on your face...
LSeeker:
With arms outstretched, and heart beating lonely.
The voice of a spirit deep within is heard only.
Like a hurricane,
without the pain..
It whips the windy soul of silence into
the shape of words without meaning.
Yet in dance, the wounds stop bleeding.
Recover those lost hopes,
remember those forgotten dreams,
seek out those lost treasures.
It's in the possibilities of dance's ticking measures....
Marbety:
Sweet glimpse of your face beneath your mantle...
LSeeker:
Wow.. I'm but a flicker to your candle!
Marbety:
A curtsey
LSeeker:
A bow
Marbety:
And that is the end of the dance for now.
