Mare Tranquillium (Tranquil Sea)

In your arms there a moment, a space
of time, no longer than a beat, or song;
this peaceful sea. In no other place
is it quite the same. A place to belong;
of simple friendship for boys and girls
making merry, as we were meant to.
Simple steps and pauses, and twirls
in place. Each one cares, and should
for the place they put their feet. True
care as we guard our hearts, for we could
mis-step, but this risk is small, you see.
We find our posture, then, and step forward
’till we would find anew that tranquil sea.