My ears woke me this morning.
They whispered to my brain:
"Listen to this!"  And my brain
was so excited that it woke all
the other parts of me and we
listened to Fred and Ginger
dancing on the skylight.

They were in good form.
No, not good. Spectacular!
The tap routine started slowly,
then built, then exploded.
Fred did his solo piece,
leaping and sliding across
the skylight, then Ginger tapped
into a rhythm that, at first, was
swing but quickly changed to
a graceful, flowing waltz.

On and on they danced,
effortless, mesmerizing, truly
timeless.  I don't remember
going to sleep, but when a
slender stream of morning
sun slipped past the curtains
and tickled my nose, I woke to
the distant sound of a graceful
duet.  They faded into the
blur of memory, still dancing
cheek to cheek.