Until The Song Ends

When we dance, time stays still.

It sits, unmoving and blurred as we see into each other’s eyes, into each other’s emotions, into the music, and into the moment.

Our moment.

She lays her head on my shoulder and my head leans against hers in return, as our silhouetted figures flow in a movement of beauty and unity.

We flow forever.

Well.

At least until the song ends.