Longing to Celebrate

We used to sneak downstairs
And stick our faces between the bars of the banister.
We'd watch the world below
With wide eyes & wishful feet.
The beat of the music pulsed through the room,
So much that it entered our bodies
And soon our hearts had picked up the beat
That was vibrating through our bones.
As our hearts would pound with the rhythm of the music,
We looked at the people below,
Each individual just a piece of the whole
Moving and swaying to the rhythm.
The sea of faces smiling
The sea of hips swishing
The sea of feet stepping
Skin glistening as it moved to & fro.
It matter not if you knew who stood beside you
Because in a single moment
All became one.

Each time there were new faces
That moved to the music,
But it seemed it would be incomplete
Were they not there, moving to the music.

Some played instruments
Some clapped hands
Some danced with feet and arms
And some only swayed.
But everyone moved
And everyone laughed
Long into the morning
And for the rest of their days.

And as we watched, we tapped our feet,
Dreaming of the day
We too would sway.