David Weaver
gone but not forgotten
‘May I have this last dance?’
David Weaver ©
Let me cup your face in my old hands,
kiss you tenderly on the lips.
Dance in the moonlight for a hundred years,
firm hand guiding your hips.
Look at the moon through the branches,
as we move with the grace of a deer.
Waltz near the oaks till the sun comes up,
waiting for the mists to clear.
Following the paths of yesteryear,
we can glide in and out of the trees.
Remembering the line of the mountain tops,
that only the highest bird sees.
So hold my hand and I’ll take you away,
but I promise to bring you back.
Back to the place where you truly belong,
leaving me on my lonely track.
In the end we only get one chance,
and that choice was made long ago.
Let’s have one more dance to remember it by,
came the parting only we’ll ever know.
DKW
David Weaver ©
Let me cup your face in my old hands,
kiss you tenderly on the lips.
Dance in the moonlight for a hundred years,
firm hand guiding your hips.
Look at the moon through the branches,
as we move with the grace of a deer.
Waltz near the oaks till the sun comes up,
waiting for the mists to clear.
Following the paths of yesteryear,
we can glide in and out of the trees.
Remembering the line of the mountain tops,
that only the highest bird sees.
So hold my hand and I’ll take you away,
but I promise to bring you back.
Back to the place where you truly belong,
leaving me on my lonely track.
In the end we only get one chance,
and that choice was made long ago.
Let’s have one more dance to remember it by,
came the parting only we’ll ever know.
DKW