a gentle swaying strumming
a rueful tuning deep inside
I almost have the words I need
somewhere low I feel a tremor
somehow there’s a note I knew
some way I’ll find a way back
the dance won’t wait much longer
there’s no wrong time to join in
make the move you feel is right
remembering songs long past
remembering steps we took
remind me where I wanted to go
feet and legs moving
feel the beating pulse beneath
leading my arms and hands forward
she’s beautiful to watch
he’s incredible to hear
they are living an artful dance
I just want to be a part of it
shout at the top of my lungs
spin as fast as I can
until the song ends for me
and the waves take me
I will follow your lead
The Word Rummager 
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