Then dance, sweet princess.
Spin and prance.
Spring forth in sheer utterance
Into the arms of your creator.

Entrance, dream weaver.
Remembrance.
White laced gloves of gems incense
Icicles freezing time till later.

For once on pointed toes
Did he but lift your eagle wings to glory.
Like diamonds drenched in spotlight
Did the sparkle of your happy show.
 
Eyes met and paused in love.
Strings rumbled low in expectation.
Address, embrace, swirl in grace
Above the peak of excitation.

Commence, plié,
Experience the majesty of audience
In silent stare awaiters.

For all the pain it took to paint illusions trace
Is worth the memories,
So dance, sweet princess,
Dance!

© Lee Rector 2005

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