The soft strums of the guitar; the beat of the drums.
You come near…extend your hand…the silent invitation.
My hand in yours, our feet begin to move, our bodies sway as one.
What bliss! What intoxicating abandonment!
Dancing under the stars…losing ourselves in the moment.
There’s laughter…there’s joy…there’s pleasure…
Is it possible?
The canopy of sorrow and grief is lifted…
for a moment…
a moment in time.
Under the stars, we dance…we dance…what bliss!
AND…just for a moment…everything was alright.
"Ready Pen..." 