She danced...
In the moonlight
Streaming through the open window
Of her fifth floor apartment.
She sways to the music
That only she can hear.
Her arms drift gracefully
Around her silk body
As she slowly turns
Round and round again.
The sound of downtown traffic
Turns into the chirp of crickets,
The babble of brook,
Flowing with the symphony
That plays in her head.
She twirls on polished toes,
Stars at her feet.
The worn carpet
Is the tapestry of
The universe,
Laid bare before her.
Faster she goes,
Round and again,
Arms above her head,
Hair flailing like a banner
In the whirlwind
Of her dance.
Her heels drum the floor
And the heavens shake.
The worlds are
Her stepping stones,
Bearing the weight
Of her power.
With a rush
Of mighty wind,
Her breath escapes
As she releases her hold
And drops soundlessly
To the earth.
And the world is silent,
In awe
Of a Goddess
Who danced
In the moonlight
Streaming through the open window
Of her fifth floor apartment.

... Moone

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