Dance with me, son
twin to my moon
center of my universe
blood of my blood.

My sweet boy,
what have you become?

I see you yearning for love,
yet burn everything
you touch with greed
desiring it be yours.  

I see you clinging to power
in your firm grip
nothing remains
that carries a soul.

I see a warrior, a fighter,
a wanderer, a lost soul
far away in foreign lands
of the mind.

Come back down
down to mother earth
the land of the living
where everything takes root.

Dance with me, son
naked and
barefoot
on ***** ground.