tonight we dance with whiskey in our blood and ale under our feet

it seems as if mother nature and her crew no longer look at the calendar - no lie, old man winter is working overtime and he's angry about the hours.  seems to drive the faithful to howl at the moon a lot harder and a little more often than usual.  cheers, skøl, mud in your eye, say what you will, i'll be by your side.



tonight we dance with whiskey in our blood and ale under our feet
and while the hard hits of the fading day fall numb and forgotten
i know that within this glorious night that is blossoming
a moment will be alive
   with chance
a music infused mystical moment
just you and i alone amongst the masses
skeletons dancing out of their closets under some fat laughing moon
our souls singing
our spirits free
and for that chance alone
   i breathe

...from the collection 'thaw'