A Dance

Every day, we dance. You, I, and Them.
To music, we move our feet to the rhythm and rhyme,
Sending sparks out that could light fires in a thousand admiring hearts.

We dance in our conversation, a waltz of words, the limbo of language,
Our tongues turn and bounce in sync, like radio receivers,
But miss a step, step on toes, and anger is spawned.

The believers, they Dance with god.
Put their hands together, clapping out a melody with a prayer,
A dance with no crescendo, with an impossible partner.

The lords and crowds of this land Dance out moves with their speech and their cheers
A Movement of their feet, of their voices, becomes a Movement of the world order.
Dancing out a new dawn, so that fewer must take their final Dance of death.

A Dance I will make sure you never take as long as our feet move in kind.
Instead, we'll Dance with our hands, with our bodies, with our hips, those lips.
On whatever Dancefloor we can find - A forest, a street, a dance with your eyes.
With my hand on your back, and our fingers interlocked; this ballroom is for us.


Dance with all your heart, mind and soul to the music each new day gives you.