Just dance with me, don't say a word
For silence is to speech preffered
I'd rather your lips in smile curved
Than slave to phrases seldom heard.
Leave thither your aching sorrow
Come run with me, and on the morrow
In shadows we shall leap unbound
Our laughter, here, the only sound
The brilliant joy of fickleness
Our bodies wake as bruised hearts rest
Beneath my friend the moon we twirl
And lavender hope around us swirls.