Dance Card

Today I want to touch with gentle hands

Life's music written where I cannot see

The composition of a sweet, slow dance

Unraveling in moment-melody

The names and faces on this card are blurred

With ease Time’s Unknown glides across the air

Like midnight, often far more felt than heard

I sense her whispers running through my hair

Love’s live-laugh-loving lilt, its hold-let-go,

Its intermingling of gritty and grand

Of whirling, twirling wonderment and woe

Oh, let me trace each line with gentle hand

Hope places purpose in each daring step

Where faith and fear approach to take my arm

And often I am torn between the grip

Of precious peace and breath-stealing alarm

But oh, today I want to touch Time’s curve

With gentle hand, enjoy its offering

For this slow dance is more than I deserve

And darling, I don’t want to miss a thing

© Janet Martin