"A Dance"
By: Elizabeth Wiley
The song floated through the air,
Unseen like the wind,
Gently caressing their ears,
With a sad sound,
But a hopeful melody.
His unruly hair,
Always battling with him;
Not to mention, always coming out victorious.
It was one thing that made him, him.
His inexperienced hands on her waist,
Eyebrows furrowed in concentration.
His clumsy feet,
No matter how hard he tries,
Cannot keep up with the beat.
She couldn't ask for anything more.
