Sit down, let us talk
Not of dancing, 'neath fancy light
Nor boys and girls in waltzing flight
Across a room of hungry eyes;
But let's move our feet to the beat of dreams
Arrange their rage to tranquil streams
And catch a rev'rie as it flies;
Sit down, let us talk
Not of limelit dolls, televised phlegm
Nor of the worms that worship them
On reels of pastel-color'd waste;
But let's them ravel, stew'd in casks
Concocting meanings, daring ask
Things we left out in our haste.
Sit down, let us talk
Not of love that perj'ry brings
Nor of the wounds of broken wings
Or transient scars of fleeting pain;
But of boughs taking wing at the first breath of spring
Of the larks, though battered, still straining to sing,
Hearts that love when love's in vain.