Ballroom Dancers Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Dancing in perfect unison, becoming one for moments
in time.
Holding hands, arms around one another, living an
explicit love of musical rhythms, bringing smiles to
faces, aged with wisdom.
Loving, stepping into lands of fantasy and melodies,
touching hearts in transition with notes that kiss
in time with lives breathing.
Gently folding couples into arms of tradition,
waltzing about the room with precision and wonderful
memories.