Dance Partners As Things In The Wind (Blank Verse Sonnet) Poem by R. H. Peat

Your spirit holds me near in lift and fall
it takes my breath away with each embrace;
In laughing wind and graceful sky we dance
and I'm a clumsy bear within the fog.
You set your toes so softly down on tiles,
you're like a gentle fawn that walks in snow.
In effortless dance you track, uplift and map
the orbit placed on moon or stars as deep
in velvet space: you follow, trace the grace
that's held in ceaseless movement; while I
am caught within my struggled steps amid
the fray of motion's spin, my tumbling feet
announce their fall inside mistaken range
of pace where quest collides with pulsing heart.

Notes:
© Ron peat/ 1/30/04 — 2: 30
Form: blank verse sonnet/ 14 metric lines,
Volta: Line - 10 — Iambic Petameter.
Published: Abyss of the moon Page 45
Xlibris Corporation 2010