Dancing in the Dark

I have spent most of my life this way. Shuffling my feet in pitch black to some beat that my memory cannot find. I cant remember the steps until its too late, I cant remember when the slow part comes, or when to slide to the right. I am spinning and swinging alone in midnights empty nest, and I cant find the moon. Maybe one day, the sun will come up, or someone with reach out through the inky stain of this eternal night, and ask if with them I will dance. Dance together in the dark, finding our way through songs and sonnnets we dont know. But holding each other, so it doesnt matter anyway.