We are always in motion Never stopping, Not for a second. Racing towards finality Waltzing through life Our hands bound, Unable to reach for the other A dance of writing poems And speaking no words Shielding eyes when a gaze lingers Scared of what we will find Should we see the eyes of the other There is rage and sorrow And painful regret Of that dance that now instructs us You are the sun And I the moon Never touching Only seeing from a distance And somehow gravitating Around and towards each other. I know if we get too close You will burn me away Or I will eclipse your light So we dance, endlessly And we write poems And speak no words.