Dance under the sky,
Let the stars
Take your arms,
Let your legs
Move
With the beat
Of light summers Graceful wind,
A heavenward twirl.
Reaching
Up.
Up.
Up.
The clouds
Take my joints
And point my feet.
An Irregular sway,
My hips to the left.
The magic sinks my skin
As I move and prance.
Tendu,
Port De Bras,
Ron de jambe,
Pirouette.
That feeling will linger
For I will dance once more.
by Stella D.