Hurry

 Hurry my lover


Hurry my lover and gather the music

That captures our bodies and souls

And huddle alone in our cave in the mountains  

Far away from the crowds and the noise of the city. 


The world will not miss us for after a week

People return to their normal survival

And the world will not stumble or fall

It really won’t miss us at all. 


But still we shall flourish away from the crowds 

Who can wage their own wars without us. 

The world will spin on and travel through space

Ten million miles in the course of a day. 


We shall be spared the worries and anguish

Of predictions and warnings that never take place 

On the world rolls while we curl closer together

Unaware of the markets or the price of old gold. 


At our front door we leave our shoes and our worries

For inside is a temple to sacred endeavor 

To quiet reflection and long solemn silences

To dance and to fun, to music and song. 


We shall dance through the evening 

And twirl through the night

Holding waist, arms and  shoulders

Letting go, bringing in, gripping tight. 


Skipping for joy and laughing for love

Enjoying a heaven that’s always been present 

Unlocking a paradise hiding inside

Patiently awaiting our time and our effort. 


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