So Tired I Could Sing.

we danced like wildfire, never stopping-- only spreading

only breathing and burning and overtaking,

strange limbs red-hot and outstretched

our eyes transfixed, our ears entranced

we become the faceless, the young and enchanted.

ever-moving, ever-living things, flailing madly

clanging loudly, flashing and sounding like silver chimes hung high in harmony

a flood of bodies and souls, a mesh of hearts and hands

like a drawer of collected things.

we ebb and flow as a river or a breeze

and here we are, dear sister, here we sway and stand

dancing in a foreign land-- wide-eyed strangers to our brothers

empty-handed offerings to share with one another

with only swaying hips, clapping hands, and feathers in our hair

we offer brightly colored smiles as our means of travel fare

simple dress, simple means, simple dance and simple sings

separated as the distant seas by islands of crowded bodies,

but we are connected by our heart strings

played unsparingly by the melodies of our friends in high places

strung up on high stages they have forged by voice and hand

nothing could shake me of this moment with you

forever captive in my memory, tainted by remembering

twisted by the thought of so easily forgetting

I will cherish like sweet treasure the most precious of forevers

knee-deep in the river of our sing-song soul confessors.