Lipizzaner - For Yolanda Poem by Charl JF Cilliers

Her hooves elevate with lightness
and fall as if they tread
on water: etudes of elegance
like ripples in an undulating sea.

Eyes in her high head are bright
with motifs of music whose thread
weaves the tapestry of a dance
she alone can hear or have us see.

Movements gather like waves that might
hesitate in hollows of darkness, but, instead,
with tumultuous precision, advance
and retreat in orbits of cascading serenity.

She prances on darkness and endless sparks of light
crackle beneath her feet like trampled stars at night.