I Saw A Dancer. Poem by Sandra jacks

I saw a dancer,
dancing across a stage,
i heard her footsteps,
and they sang the song of death.

I watched her slowly,
her motions fading,
into the darkness,
of the solo steps.

I read her letter,
one saying she is done,
with every motion,
she was known to take.

And then later,
i watched her walk,
into the ocean,
in the dark of night.

I never saw her,
after that night,
she was the dancer,
that once danced,
across....the....stage....