We dance with arms embraced,
twirling beneath the night,
the world a blur around us,
the center between us.

A little misstep,
a little stumble,
I catch you,
or do you catch me?

Our soft-slippered feet
tap lightly across tiled floor, 
carrying our laughter
across oceans to rainbow's end.

We leave our footprints in the sand
and in the grass of foreign lands,
chasing the summer sky,
the blooms of spring gone by.

Fall encroaches,
and in the winter of our lives,
pale snow settled on wrinkled brow,
we look back,
on two ribbons of light,
leading us to that night,
when our dance first took flight.