A Ballerina's Dance
Her feet float above the stage
as if carried by some unseen force.
From my view among the generally admitted
I can hardly make out the details of her face.
But those graceful movements are so alluring
each subtle step, precise, and all consuming.
She is the most vulnerable of all artists,
performing a dance that demands every emotion soak through her skin.
Each fluid movement pulls from the reservoir of her experience.
Trained from a young age to move agilely across the stage,
bearing the weight of the world upon her shoulders;
My Ballerina has more ...
The burden of reality, and conscious procedures
prevent me from fully recalling just how vivid your presence was
though, I can venture with enough forethought, to express it:
Your hair seemed to float in a dance of jubilation through the air,
as if animated by the most crystalline ocean of a world yet conceived.
And what myths my mind invents of your phosphorescent smile!
Together we laughed with such enthusiasm it rivaled youthful innocence
I would vanquish all ambition, all human lon