Slow motion
begs for speed
Speed
begs for stillness

There’s a scale
searching for
deeper memories
and echoes
in the lost
dream

Sensing this
pull
I lean in
gazing
in the dark
basking
in the light

There’s a dance
I can hear
the sway
I can feel
the rhythm

So, when you
offer your gentle hand
And ask me
to dance
I smile
we’ve done this
before
and this won’t be
our last

Ace