Recalling dance steps

I am already yesterday's asterisk
and almost tomorrows obituary.
If you are on a faster, newer disc
you may already be in mortuary.

Back step if you can as I am able,
we can glide to shore together.
Somehow we are writ in fable,
lithe and sweet as any treasure.

I may jump once I know the dance.
I will not stop until we both grin,
our twirls and scissor steps prance,
with us outside the world in a spin.

Storm clouds, hail and rain, it is our ride:
we know where to meet on the other side.