Dance

Dance the dance that gives a chance
To come again before the end

Build the build that holds a choice
To feel, to fawn, via the voice

That speaks to you and speaks to me
As I look through glazed window to the sea

That trickles in reflected moon
A place I’ll tend to very soon

Before the store can empty, new
Be one of them, the very few

That sort out disorganised array
And drift so far, a world away

Before they stop and turn and come again
To touch, to tremble, now and then

‘Cos every heart beats faster still
When faced with someone that until

Just recently they never thought
The one true thing that they had sought

Would hold their hand in life’s romance
And walk the walk
And dance the dance.