Feather soft rain drops
Against a stark September night
Your memory stashed somewhere
I fiddle with the present...
Smile,nod,take a sip in between
And the damn song plays
''Wish you were here''
There I go again
walking over jagged edges
doing the old tightrope
But not tonight
No tiptoeing out of old memories
For tonight..a blank slate
For tonight.... let me dance...
