Dancing
Dancing to the tune of the old year
To the memories it hopes it will hold dear
Twirling around on the big floor
Dancing in December again
Dancing
Hoping the footwork will be strong
Swaying along to the same song
Hoping the spin is not too long
Dancing in December again
Dancing
Twirling to all of the days left
Weaving away from the bereft
Hoping the rhythm is well met
Dancing in December again
Hoping
Lunging and dipping and lilting
Trusting the sequence not stilted
Nothing out here has been filtered
Dancing in December again
Dreaming
Keeping a balance that’s good now
A nice hold, and then, I don’t know how
But a perfect and dignified low bow
Dancing in December again.
Things In My Head 