Take My Hand We Are To Dance In the Stars
take my hand we are to dance in the stars
it is a whirlwind in its arms
as we glide thru they will dance
in a tiara of suns adorning you
now lift your hand, turn in a balance
as we glide thru nebulas
the newly forming stars mix in your hair
as rubies capturing that red seductive glow
the essence you are i so adore
drawn to the center a black hole
becomes weak interacting massive particles
to the gravity in your eyes
i am held in your arms as such
as we escape the event horizon
we are now free to continue in eternity
this is not a dream
it is the next phase waiting
when we escape this mortal coil
there are a trillion galaxies
and upon your dance ticket
i am the only name
wise men say only fools dream
but if you look at Raphael's
School of Athens, there are only men
i prefer the dreams i have in your arms
OKC 9/22
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