Measuring Movements

Somewhere upon the terminator’s birth The young lovers dance and sway To a symphony of dawn and starlight Undulating within newfound passions These two naively press and discover The zealous meaning of temperate youth Lost within the mornings heavy rise They run through the soft breaking crests Crashing upon their rococo painted beaches Living only in the ardor of today’s breath They pay no heed to the passing of the hour Twisted adrift the spinning of the moment Beneath the sweated midday heat The aging lovers croon forlornly Calling out to their passing adolescence With a softening of fear in each other’s eyes They gently slip back into the hypnotic And dance in the divine for a moment longer Standing in the approaching twilight The aged lovers stand in raptures kiss Remembering the moments of yesterdays past No longer young but still ever vibrant They languidly begin those heavy laboring steps Of their life’s final dance together…