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Gaelic Storm An Irish Party In Third Class

To dance
For a moment
Following to the next
As time collapses
Forever forward

To breathe
To live
To laugh
To love
For a moment
Following to the next

You will have to get close
To another
Neither knows the steps
Neither cares
Life erupts

All one has to do
Is dance
For a moment
Following to the next
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Every breath we drew

A Wonderful Version of Leonard Cohen's ~ Hallelujah

In the end he did find the words, and they were simple.

Her words, born of rage, furious contempt,... no so much so.

So it was.  So it shall always be.

Simple sign that she truly had forgot... all she was... all she could be.

Never try to save a drowning person.

Wounded animals will only strike.

He woke.  All he could remember was a tendril trace of a vision that had graced him.  He had not thought of her, for so long, so long.  Yet there she was.  Could he tell you what she was wearing?  Not really.  It was some form of dress.  Could he tell you what he was wearing?  No.  Probably jeans and a shirt.  Pretty descriptive. 

That didn't matter.  Why?  In the dream they met as little more than they always were... friends.  They talked.  They laughed.  They were.

If for only a moment.

They were.

The him.

The her.

The one, bound by a gravity that pulled one to the other. 

Simple.

Pure.

Maybe there's a god above.

It won't be found in the cold and broken Hallelujah.