Dance the Light

by Jerome Pure

Dance the light t'ward me my friend
The stars all shine to light the way
This life we live begins to end
As dreams release and drift away

A street for children to relax
Can they not see the broken sky?
We beg you now from off our backs
And then we sadly ask you "why?"

And not so big as to be hit
A wish to all who've had such luck
Their bodies convulse in a fit
The stars are out my friend, good luck...

© Copyright 1994, Jerome Pure


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Dance the Light, 16 May 1997