Could we dance along the river banks with blistered feet?
Just for the love of dance.
Could we sing at the top of our voices even when our throats burn?
What have we to lose!
For we have now, this moment.
In a heartbeat we might not be here.
So shall we take this time to feel.
Shall we take this time to allow love to be.
Frank Malaba ™ © 2012