Silent Ballet
Reflection
In the stillness, she dances alone,
Her form a silhouette against the dark,
The fabric of her dress, a whispered promise,
A gentle breeze that stirs the soul.
The light dances upon her skin,
A soft caress that brings her to life,
The shadows play, a subtle game,
As she moves, a vision, a fleeting strife.
Her eyes are closed, her heart is open,
A vessel for the beauty within,
The world outside fades into the darkness,
As she loses herself in the gentle spin.
In this moment, she is free,
A creature of light, a being of grace,
Her spirit soars, her heart sings,
A silent ballet, a wondrous, ethereal space.