On Oceans of Blue

its not a matter of footsteps
nor a particular style of twirl
its a beat and a rhythm
a tune and a soul
its being surrounded
in a cloud
of notes
its a magic carpet ride
the breeze not caring for
style or grace
only love
and rhythm
its not a matter of a new dance move
nor a new song
rather, its a time and a rhyme
a cord and a soul
its being consumed
in a muse
of love
in an air balloon ride
the breeze not caring for
hip or cool
only love
and rhyme