The wind
whispers sweet nothings to the leaves,
causing them to tremble.
On its wings ride also
the scent of glowing embers
and dancing flame.
It reaches to me, reaches out to me
with the sound of drums...
Carried by the wings of this wind
I am drawn nigh,
calling unto me to share it's glory
yet I am not alone.
For with me are you,
so hesitant yet so willing...
to share in that which calls.
You wonder at my smile,
trying to see behind it.
If I lead, should you follow?
Though I say so, should you be there?
With anticipation we follow
that sound which calls...
which draws and lures.
We snake our way through
the throng of drunkeness.
Glassy eyes and thirsy smiles...
finding a place to perch on knotted wood.
Moonlight mingles with firelight.
Drums mingle with dance..
Spirits warm our spirits,
mind and body soon to follow.
Your eyes capture the flicker of flame
but I say nothing.
We speak above the drums
of this and that
and we drink...
'Tis time to depart
though neither ready to
depart the other's presence.
Fire-flushed,
we stroll beneath the starlight
to a place other than 'home'.
You smile and I wonder,
if you lead, should I follow?
Though you say so,
should I be there?
Drunk with the beauty of the night...
the experience...the company...
I follow.
So kind are you, so gentle.
We talk before our lips meet.
The night..the flames...the drums...
they all return but cannot compare
to that which calls unto me now.
You bring to surface that
which I am...and long to be.
'Homebound'..and both uncertain.
"If they lead, should I follow?"
Your eyes, your hands, your kiss..
draw me nigh,
calling unto me to share some glory.
I, so hesitant, so willing.
You whisper sweet nothings
and I tremble.
I wonder at your smile,
your touch...your easy invitation.
Are you drunk on the night?
The drums...the spirits?
Will you remember me tomorrow?
You lead and I follow...
but only so far.
For I want you to remember.
I want you to remember the drums..
the moonlight...the firelight.
I want you to remember me.