We dance

On a slanted ballroom 

Holding a creature ever so dear

Dancing round and round – in circles and squares

Stepping on familiar and unfamiliar floor tiles

Pirouetting and falting, sliding and tip-toeing

To the music of our heartbeats

Until one palpitation withers and fades

As one soul gazes far in to the lumen of time 

Into time-sketched designs of togetherness

And cherishes the choreography 

Of a most gracious fate