The Dance

Deep in the dance, in the rhythm and flow, echoes of laughter, moments of woe. With every heartbeat, music unfolds, alone in the night, a story untold.  

Steps that are gentle. Turns, spinning wild,  in the arms of the dancer, my heart stopped and smiled.  

At our own tempo, in our unique place, gently spinning, we found our own pace.

In the dance of existence, embracing feeling right, I let my heart follow, let my spirit take flight. 

From a moment of wonder, a fleeting glance. I learned to let go, I learned how to dance.