Virginia, let's go into the night and

find our way to the Tavern,

of red and white wines of truth.

 

Virginia, I thank you for ruining your good walking boots for me.

Scientist, doctor, philosopher, voyager

Virginia, of my mind, just once,

Let's try dancer, musician and hot, crazy lover.

 

Put down that mending and follow your

knotted thread back to me.

I’ll fix your hair and show you its softness

and release you, if for a moment,

from your lonely vigil.

 

You sent out a shrieking, white light

that you called truth.

to warn us of those shadows that wait to move

at the bed of

Every Woman And

burned through

the red hour of emotion

to destroy those shadows for me.

 

I thank you, Virginia, for walking in shadows for me.

 

Let me repay the service,

and take you dancing with me.

for I have found a truth, steeped blood red,

for Every Woman And,

that you may have overlooked.

and I would enjoy seeing you laugh at my expense.

put down that mending, and follow your

breaded path back to me.  

 

Nothing remains embedded in the banks of the river.  

 

We chose to press small round stones into the sand

all in a row

and call that a straight line. 

nothing remains embedded in the banks of the river.

it is human that creates linear time as deep and high

as it can go.  

 

Jump up, Virginia and let the river flow within.

the truth is, that the human soul is a terrible medium

floppy-jalopy and never still

Why do we insist?  Why do we insist?

O, dance with me, Virginia

teach me most of all,

that even you

Scientist, doctor, philosopher, voyager

can dance and sing upon this old wooden floor.