Move In Time
Comfortably – we pass the time,
testing waters, casting lines.
No attempts are made to hide
the lasting contact of our eyes.
I sense a change in mood as I
feel your hand clasping mine,
laughing as you guide me through
the bustle of the crowded room.
With each turn, each swirl, each sway,
all our troubles fade away.
Eventually the crowd did too,
the band played on for me and you.
Sometimes when I close my eyes
I go back to that very night,
where I am yours and you are mine,
as we both gently move in time.