Que Viva

for Pancho

Will you take my hand?
May I have this dance?
Let us love while we have the chance.
We'll step lightly through those crosshairs,
softly past those hard stares,
swinging through the sullen shadows,
beckoning to the beat between us,
reminding all those rifles round us,
that though their gunshots
graze our shoulders,
we're alive and growing older,
we're not afraid and growing bolder.
Heart in hand
we take this chance
to live our love
to dance our dance.