Tale Of The Dancers Poem by T.A. Rosenbaum

Never touching, always bending, swaying, without refrain
Dance and hope, our swirling figures brush
The rush, so simple, a temple, you and I
Why is it never embrace? No trace, of time gone by
Save the one that's left in the mind, not behind
With you and I, we cannot deny, but must try, to restrain
Though we know not why.
Gently, spirit, gently, this life-fire, will tire, but we'll be evermore
In the mists and shadows, where none go, we'll flow
We'll caress so gently, so briefly, just as it was before
Still as we were, ever we glide! And slide! Our own warmth Kindling!
Weathering this ever twilight, beyond sight, and living
Waiting until that day when, that moment, then, we entwine
Divinely we'll kiss and glow, above mist and shadow
And so, we've passed beyond the door
-Perchance, ever to dance, Forevermore