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Don’t Call MeHoney

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d. JULY 2014 Trace & Bodhi

Bodhi & Me

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.

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Hand In Hand

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PRIDE WEEKEND

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A River of Candles

 

From the torpid heat

The night brought

Moonlight and fireflies,

Belying the heavy weight of day

With the scent of roses

And

The play of sweet wild phlox

In  blue shadowed depths

With white, pink and violet blooms

Growing in the floral rooms

Of the deserted orchard

At the edge of the marsh.

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Dawn rises

With a soft purple hue

As those shadows in the dream

Remember the river of candles

Which once seemed

The bleeding hearts of thousands

Who carried sorrow in tiny flames

Up the length of Market Street

And

Whose eyes flickering with light

Made brilliant the night

With tears

That honored  the dead

And

Brought some relief of our terrible grief.

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4th Anniversary

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TRUMP WORLD

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