[Soaring Feather]

I wait in ivied shadows deep
for my night dancer
to silently creep
to my side
for with him I will glide
into the twilight of night
in his warm arms - dear
I surrender to his charms
and we are taken captive to the night
swirling, dipping, in a wild dance
a night given over to romance.
We forget the shadows of the day
and in the night time shadows play

bentfeather

[Old Sarge]

She has arrived!
The light plays upon her
hair and her eyes
as her smile pries
and the gloom will part
from upon my burdened heart!

I fear almost to reach
for my dancer, not
daring to touch this
waking dream,But, touch her I must,
and our hands join
then our arms,
her heart fluttering near mine
and, if she asked me,
I would fly!

Fly, to her, and with her,
mounting the termals of romance
on wings of gossamer joy!
But, for tonight,

I shall fly across the dance hall
with Her, the spinning whirl
be ours tonight,
as I find the center of the universe
in the circle of Her arms.

[Soaring Feather]

Celine and The Chairman of the Board.
Colonel care to dance?