Again the mystic melody played

That song she loved that never would fade.

One she feared would be forgotten

Yet the tune never did rotten.

However, it was slower that night.

She wondered if it'd leave her in spite.

"This is new" was all that she knew.

But the chapter was not yet through.

Another heart hid patiently there.

It altered the tempo in the air.

When it began it compared to the rhythm

Still she faltered many times without him.

Once more she stumbled without her guide

And her hand rose.

Then he caught it in his own.

Held on so firm

As the ground began to disappear.

Slow and steady

They now glide with the wind's hymn.

Never faltering their perfect rhythm.

Never again will they fall.

As long as they hold on, . . .

Always will they fly!

And through it all . . .

They will keep,

Dancing forever with the stars in the sky.

"Could this ever happen?" I wonder.

Has the thought ever occurred?

That love must give this soaring freedom life.

To many, I know this sounds absurd.

But someday, . . .

When I find it . . .

May I be right?