Place your hand in my hand
Place your heart in my heart.
We as a flower in a meadow,
A single flower, and nothing more.
Voices, dancers, intertwined,
Moving as one, singing as one.
As the wind sends a ripple across the land,
An undulating wave across the fields.
My name is Hope;
And your name is Rose.
But you shall forget,
And become the dance,
The dance itself,
And nothing else.
Geof Bard and Clara Martinez
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/gabriela-mistral-s-dame-la-mano/
