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…
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