Tuesday, 12 November 2013

The Ballerina

I bow my head as my foot brushes the floor
a gentle stroke of the piano and my soul takes off
I close my eyes and let my heart guide my steps
as the pace quickens so does my joy 

A smile emerges from my face 
a simple turn, a simple dip and a simple prance
and even among the mirrors upon my stature I do not glance
I let my heart carry my steps with the delicacy of lace

The music then takes a dark tone 
the feeling of being lost and alone 
a tear runs down my face and splashes on the wood 
and I danced as if my soul never again could

The piano plays it's last key 
the dance has ended with a gentle glide
I fall to my knee 
knowing this dance I will hide

Because it is not a dance of body
but a dance of soul and dreams

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