time goes unseen as it dances across the days
unheard it sings a happy song
unnoticed it soars above the sky
untouched it innocently smiles piroettes of joy
only when the music slows becomes aware
across the room a stained glass mosaic
then does a face surrender the hidden truth
we look down at our dancing shoes
stained and worn scuffed and scarred
souls revealing all the miles not noticed before
for why would secrets unvail amist young hearts
where years are but pictures minutes only words
faces once filled with dreams of light
stare through fog covered memories
with eyes of a child, astonished and bewildered
how quickly the dance becomes a walk
faultering upon the stones of the pathway
the song loudly whispers as the silence grows
the wind painting on a canvas of clouds
watches the dancers pass as before
time has hidden the steps again
a tender waltz to romance a past moment
around the floor abandoned only hope to hold on to
lost in the eyes of a ghostly partner one last dance
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