The moon illuminated her
as she flowed with the rhythm
of the shadows
She cascaded her body
with a passion
she only knew too well
Her desolation slowly adrift
with each flying second
all consumed in a beautiful madness
No one would glimpse of
the illusion she brought to life
No one would hear
of the music she sought
No one would believe
a woman free in her own course
A woman dispossessed
by the eyes of an audience
A woman left to her dreams
as if she was insignificant
But she danced
despite the crowd telling her to stop
But she danced
despite being burned and bruised
for the fantasies she loved
before anything else in the world
