BARB WHITEHILL

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BARB WHITEHILL My Barb. It has been two years since you left. I will always love you. I will never forget you. Your husband Robert. Dance me to your beauty with a burning violin Dance me through the panic til I'm gathered safely in Lift me like an olive branch and be my homeward dove Dance me to the end of love Let me see your beauty when the witnesses are gone Let me feel you moving like they do in Babylon Show me slowly what I only know the limits of And dance me to the end of love Dance me to the wedding now, dance me on and on Dance me very tenderly and dance me very long We're both of us beneath our love, both of us above And dance me to the end of love Dance me to the children who are asking to be born Dance me through the curtains that our kisses have outworn Raise a tent of shelter now, though every thread is torn And dance me to the end of love Dance me to your beauty with a burning violin Dance me through the panic till I'm gathered safely in Touch me with your naked hand, touch me with your glove Dance me to the end of love (Leonard Cohen)

As published in Winnipeg Free Press on Jan 12, 2010