The Dance

They were solo dancers.
Never dancing with
the other before.
But after introductions
they were bound
for the dance floor.

Used to dancing with their feet
they danced this dance
to a different beat.
Feet lifting off the ground.
They danced on air with
no fears to be found.

This dance needed
no music to start.
This dance was danced
by the beat of their hearts.
This danced was danced
with people around.
This dance was danced
by soul mates now found.

The dance was fast
and other times slow.
No dance before
had such fluid flow.
This dance not taught
in any class.
It needed no approval
for the dancers to pass.
The dance spoke words
that couldn't be spoken.
The silence was beautiful
healing souls once broken.
Although the dance
was sometimes wrong
They kept on dancing
and the dancers grew strong.
They danced this dance
with no care for time.
Nothing else mattered,
the dance was sublime.
Simply divine.

Wolves surrounded them
waiting to prey.
To feast on their mistakes
whisking the dance away.
They heard their growls
but danced on anyway.

He held her close
"I'll dance with you,
forever and always
my dance will be true."
She held his hand
as tight as can be
"never stop this
dance with me."
Passion was felt
soul as well.
They danced for the heavens
and through fires of hell.

The dance started
many years before.
When two became one
and learned to soar
above those who
thought it would end anon
but now can see
that the dance goes on.