Come dance with me
Do share this night
We'll journey to the stars
Oh, all the sights
Are surely ours.
Step into this dream with me.
When colours sing
Movement is song
Their chords do ring
Shadows gone.
Won't you come and dance with me?
Fear no more
Light unveils
Time we soar
We exhale
Step in tune to dance with me.


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ah, dancing the night away!
We met in a store. . . oh no! Yep! I had just had the worst day of my life, blow out on my car, late to work, bad day at work, car towed in commuter traffic and couldn't get to the dealer to pick it up before they closed/conflict with work, so my sister had to take me home. I was picking up some groceries and he was there, working.
HE was the last thing on my mind. After leaving the door my sister said,
"Nete, that man was flirting his a** off with you!!!"
And I said, "What. Who? I have no time for that."
But subsequent encounters were better, because I did start to PAY ATTENTION.
He was the most romantic man I ever met, especially the way he proposed -- WOW!
The first meeting was pretty pathetic though; I could not have told you what he looked like, although 6'3", and handsome -- I should have noticed THAT.
I was SLIPPING!!!!!!!
Party on, folks!
Party on!
Charlotte
Thank you for a nice memory
For me, this was a dance of the spheres. Colours -- or so scientists tell us -- sing or are melodious. My dance takes place in dimensions we've yet to explore. I want to explore those things we have not yet been able to grasp. That's MY dance. I'm inviting the like-minded to "come dance with me." I'll bet Newton would have liked that dance. In fact, he did some dancing like that and thank God he did.
Thank you for sharing your dances with me. You all have such beautiful dances of your own.
"you've danced your way through gather with them."
in referring to some of my poetry. I wonder if anyone has bestowed a higher honour upon me in Gather than those words. The fact that you haven't known me long, but you have obviously gone back PAGES -- you had to go back pages, lol -- and looked at my poetry. . . .
I don't know what to say, except that it is these things that make a person's week
day,
month . . .
I salute you.
No, I have one better . . .
Nous des Américains nous sommes habitués au monde se pliant à notre manière de faire des choses. Nous préférons que chacun parlent anglais. Nous préférons que toutes les coutumes soient américaines. Nous préférons la manière américaine de faire des choses partout dans le monde parce que nous croyons que l'Amérique est la meilleure. Je dois admettre que je suis coupable de ceci. Je suis très fier de l'Amérique. Je suis très fier de mon pays. Mais les Américains doivent apprendre à être plus larges et davantage ouvrir-se sont occupés. Vous êtes très aimable. Vous voulez vous renseigner sur nous, et vous êtes ouvert de nos idées. Vous êtes ouvert d'arrangement notre façon de vivre. Je pense que nous devrions apprendre cette leçon de vous. La raison que j'écris en français, et j'espère que je le fais assez bon pour que vous comprenniez est parce qu'il est temps pour des Américains de commencer à faire ces choses. Vous venez chez nous et nous parlez en anglais. Pourquoi ne pouvons-nous pas faire la même chose ? J'ai voulu vous remercier dans la langue française. Merci, Charlotte !
I can't remember the last time I went dancing like that.
I Gotta get out more!
Well, at least he would talk about me like a DOG to my face. lol.
Along with Susan, Otelia, Charlotte and good ole Nalita -- sounds like the makings of a good enough dance to me!
What do you think?
Any other takers?
I'll tell you what though
-- Isaac Newton is an honorary guest at this one; I insisted!
No! He insisted! A long time ago. lol.
Thank you!