light on my feet in winter

tonight i will dance
an ancient tale of spirit
to warm winter's chill
with flash of silver gliding
through dark, smoky rooms
funky drum beats lead the way

a winters' mourning

Let freedom ring!

child of liberty,

the bell tolls for thee, 

whose way to eternity is paved with lead.

No fallen soldier or hero in battle

would make you thus,

an emblem of sorrow,

or price of victory.

While cries of battle dim the

anguished mourning

of your flight--

carried small, heavy,

on shoulders worn with grief--

your voice lingers in song and playful chatter.

Whose arms are these, 

cold, unyielding,

which bear you into earth?

No mothers' soft caress,

or fathers' tight embrace,

to ease the way

this silent night.

Let Freedom Ring!

with metal, steel and lead;

Let freedom ring!

in fervent town hall clamour;

Let Freedom Ring!

Through the dreaded quiet

of empty rooms.

In between

Nothing is finished
liminal space between worlds
waiting, watching, still