The Dancer

She glides by
wearing a long flowing
gown of sapphire blue,
yet no one noticed.
Her life had been lost
to many eyes
like the dancer atop a music box,
with just a touch
she dances for our pleasure
as we watch from our world,
dancing for all and for no one
alone...

In the dark confines
of her solitude
she cried,
an eternal mark of her pain
left on the soft velvet pillows
held through the night.
Yet no tears are seen now
as she cries...
For this lady of deep passion
and undying pain
has glided by once again.

Where is she going
No one knows
who will care
No one will
who shall embrace
her tenderness tonight
No one.
Her life was lost
to emptiness,
her soul has wandered
for thousands of years,
the flowing gown
on her ghostly figure
still, goes un-noticed.

Like the dancer atop a music box,
with just a touch
she dances for our pleasure
as we watch from our world,
dancing for all and for no one.
Listen and feel
her deep passion
and undying pain,
as she once again
glides by-

Poetry © 4/9/2002 by Imaginee All rights reserved
Edited: 6/23/2005 :: Back to poetry index ::