Light, robed in fabric
satin-spun with sun-beams,
sways – swirls, extends
muscles and feet
.
in secretive dance
upon stage soft as
silk. Her music is
the subtle sigh of lonesome
.
pines, the cadence of
songbirds greeting the
dawn, the rustle of
feathers in flight;
she delights in this
moment, this filament of time
hung on summer breeze,
and she dances. Her
.
body melts into
nature’s melody – is
electrified by its pulse,
consumed by its rhythm,
.
choreographed by its
raw emotion. She lets go,
jubilation in every line,
and she dances.