Where you are going I fear
There are no throngs of underage girls in war paint
Flirting with bouncers to enter Heaven
And Heaven is not a sweaty club with strawberry smoke and nineties dance
I will dance with you there my friend, I will dance with you
You will not be alone whether in this world or the next
And if there is no other world I will hold you in mine
You will not be forgotten. We read Black Beauty and Watership Down and tie dye our clothes
We hold our friendship braceleted arms above our heads and check each other over the surging crowd
Hope hangs magnificent then and the music pours into our souls like fire
Pain feels defeated then, your head against mine, we jump together into sound
I will dance with you there my friend, I will dance with you.
The music real friends make together does not end when one leaves the stage.
Who knows? Maybe Heaven is a sweaty club with strawberry smoke and nineties dance music. If this isn’t just poetic license, my condolences.
So very poignant
Oh, this is so beautiful! <3 <3 <3 its so poignant!
Thank you dear Bartholomew – I completely agree with you! xo
I will dance with you, especialy 80s music. 😉
We have a massive date for that day and we WILL do it!
Yes, we will! 🙂