The Dance Poem by Lauralie Bradford

A dance is what it is,
this chaotic lovely life.
To the greatest ever song written,
performed under the moonlight.
It begins so delicately,
soft and new.
Just a few beautiful notes,
and a verse or two.
As it carries on,
it becomes stronger and fast.
And you hold on to it,
terrified it will pass.
And the climax, it comes,
more beautiful than anything.
Knocking you off your feet,
and always lingering.
But as it fades, you are not sad,
but better than before.
As you settle into a comfortable bridge,
that touches your heart’s core.
And as it ends with a waltz,
soft and old.
You take a bow, and exit,
but the song, in your heart,
is what you still hold.