Little did we imagine when we
were young, very young, that
when we were dancing to popular
tunes there might be many to
inspire our futures together,
clasping one another, dreamily
pacing and swaying to the gentle
love songs of our far-distant era.
Little did we imagine we would
enter marriage and adulthood,
memory yet swaying in unison to the
sorrows of others' lost loves, of
others' vanished dreams, yet we
emerged unscathed, love intact, to
dreamily dance on our kitchen floor,
grey heads together, you guiding me
as we move with recalled grace.
It has been so very long a time since
we were together young, as we
observe a grandchild at the age we were
when we became inseparable. The
intervening years, many and fulsome
with memories of the ties that bound
and the sublimity of the love that
overwhelms yet, and endures.
And there it is, that old melody
of the dance floor. Again we dance to
that song with the knowledge that
we have dreamed our life, not away,
but into its incandescent state of being.
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