Dancing with the Phalarope

  “…they say I’m too old to fall in love; I say they’re too young to know.”

I hope you grace your smiles on everyone,
as you ‘cha-cha-cha’ through your world of fun
and remember the times you swirled in ecstasy.
I hope you still dance with audacious flirtation,
that your heart sings hymns of joyful generations.
and your jazz still swings, crazy and carefree.

Hope you don’t cry ’cause of barbs on your rose
instead you delight as your flower grows
and the sweetest of harmonies ballet among the thorns.
I hope you don’t count all the harvests you reap;
rather salsas you plant and the sambas you keep
and you re-awake dancing to birdsong every dawn.

I hope you recall every rock, every roll,
scoring rhythms and heartbeats into my soul
as our drum’n bass tracks tango’d along our groove.
You quenched the thirst of a lustful spirit,
mere dew drops of your celestial air would fill it;
you boogie and woogied – I was moved.

Hope you don’t measure life by the number of breaths
more by ‘subitos’ and moment’ry deaths,
as the phalarope call sashays above my blues.
For as you brush lips, keep your senses alive,
jive in and waltz out of hearts and lives –
I’ll remember that dance, the time I danced for you.

This unrehearsed, first ever colloaboration with the drum troupe of Nigel Watson, Caerleon, S.Wales was fabulous fun!!!