Inspiration intercedes on my behalf
Pounding out a steady drumbeat
In which I lay my steady hand
Upon the glass top of my heart
My toes tip tap on the edge
Finding a dance best suited
For lonely evenings of laughter
And smiles best saved for cool winter nights
Sipping tea by the woodstove
And wondering when the stars will fade
Wondering if someday the world will fall
A kiss on the hand can be quite continental
(to steal the phrase from my favorite song)
But a compassionate hand on the shoulder
Brings more happiness than a kiss could ever
I lay back upon the rolling hills of snow
And watch as the moon bows curtsy to the night
Dancing down the horizon
And giving way to the first light of dawn
Welcoming the day, where all is meant to be serene
But somehow I find the night
To be more peaceful than the day
Where I twist and turn and have to force a smile
Where silly masks of truth wonder about in the halls
But oh, to go back in to the night
Where the silver orb of the sky
Beckons me in to the dance
Where I can pound my feet
To the rythmic drumming of Inspiration...
