Ode To Dancers

Oh what words they call us, Who stay turning and twisting Jostling and cavorting 'till sun slips from its horizoned sheath And how they describe us, Who elegantly slide and glide In unison traversing 'till the lights guide us home. Oh how they view us Who tuned to the music Connect and breathe deep Embraced until our partners body is all we feel And how they admire us All smiles and sighs Oblivious and jaunty Lost in the pools of our partners eyes Oh how we are free We who turn and twist Light-hearted and unburdened As the days stresses drift away And how we with rhythmic prowess So effortlessly spiral and slither United and indivisible As we seek just one more perfect dance