Saltation
Dance with me, lovely!
The wind in the tree
is raising the leaves
in a fine melody.
The moon's in its rising
and life's rushing by
and rivers are flowing
from tears that we cry,
but dance with me, lovely,
as it all blows away
and we shed all our cares
till the dawning of day.
Dance with me, lovely,
to a drumming heartbeat
till we cast off our worries
and laugh at defeat.
