- * The Dance*- Poem by Carolyn Ford Witt

- * THE DANCE*-

We twist and turn
In gentle splendor.
To the music
We meander.

Swaying as the
Music plays,
As though our minds
Are in a daze.

Mesmerized,
The senses thrill,
Moving us beyond
Our will.

And as we dance
Across the floor.....
Now, our yearnings
Ask for more.

We'll dance away
The night so late,
More fulfilled
Because we wait.


Author: Carolyn Ford Witt
Ms. Caroline
© 3-22-06