They dance
The music moving them gracefully through the steps
Their shadows intertwine and become one

They dance
Their feet tracing an endless pattern on the floor
Their hands locked together in a vice-like grip

They dance
Eyes locked on each other
Feet tracing an endless pattern
Hearing nothing
But the melody
Feeling nothing
But the rhythm of the music and their beating hearts

The Road goes ever on and on

Down from the door where it began.

Now far ahead the Road has gone,

And I must follow, if I can,

Pursuing it with eager feet,

Until it joins some larger way

Where many paths and errands meet,

And whither then? I cannot say.

Pretty flower
Quite a treat
Pretty petals
Scent so sweet

Blustery wind
Breath like ice
Swept through my fingers
Touched my flower twice

Lovely flower
Now black and bare
Your scent is gone
And so is my care

Faith gained
Love lost
Balance maintained
But at what cost?

Formed in the brain
Sometimes they remain there
Sometimes we throw them out
To see if they bounce back