And still we Danced
I cannot see around this
growing older seeking certainty
In youth uncertainty was the story
fearless-youth savoured once. a connoisseur
and so we danced.
I wish again those savoured moments
gentle forms - moonbeamed glow - sunrise day.
both of us have dreamed this dream - briefly lived its truth
and so we danced.
we are older now
desire un-quenched dreams un-lived
unrequited
and so we dance.
And I know! ‘Moonbeamed’ isn’t an accepted spelling. But its poetry. It fits better. It works.
Open your mind! Painting with words.