Sunday, May 26, 2013

Poem: Dreaming in Soft Pirouettes

Dreaming in Soft Pirouettes

Twirling in a puddle,
Tiny feet treading the depths
Of a child’s imagination,
Splashing to music she alone hears,

Lying in bed
At night
She dreams in
Soft pirouettes,

Too young to know
What a dancer is,
She just is
A child who moves
On butterfly wings,

She'll one day bring
Fans to their feet
With pirouettes and leaps
That make them weep
From the unexpected gift
Of her dancing.

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