d. JULY 2014 Trace & Bodhi

Dance me to your beauty with a burning violin
Dance me through the panic till I’m gathered safely in
Lift me like an olive branch and be my homeward dove
Dance me to the end of love
Dance me to the end of love

Oh, let me see your beauty when the witnesses are gone
Let me feel you moving like they do in Babylon
Show me slowly what I only know the limits of
Dance me to the end of love
Dance me to the end of love

Dance me to the wedding now, dance me on and on
Dance me very tenderly and dance me very long
We’re both of us beneath our love, we’re both of us above
Dance me to the end of love
Dance me to the end of love

Dance me to the children who are asking to be born
Dance me through the curtains that our kisses have outworn
Raise a tent of shelter now, though every thread is torn
Dance me to the end of love

Dance me to your beauty with a burning violin
Dance me through the panic till I’m gathered safely in
Touch me with your naked hand or touch me with your glove
Dance me to the end of love
Dance me to the end of love
Dance me to the end of love

 

July

It is July again my dears

I hear you

Now and then

In the garden

He singing to you

And you

Who have carried your ball for the toss

Are in spirit

Unaware of the terrible loss

Here,

Among the verdant green of advancing summer

As my heart breaks

Again, and again

As I dance alone.

And

Weep with tones of memory

Humming the songs

You made up with such love,

That even the mourning doves come silent.