Ephemeral Flight
Reflection
In the realm of the unseen, a figure dances free,
A constellation of lines, a symphony of glee.
With each step, a story unfolds, a tale of might,
A fusion of art and science, in the silent night.
The dancer's form, a blur of motion, a whirlwind's sway,
As if the very fabric of space has come to play.
The lines that bind, a web of intricate design,
A testament to the beauty that lies just beyond our sight divine.
In this ephemeral flight, we find our own release,
A moment's peace, a lifetime's ease, a soul's wild tease.
The dance is not just movement, but a state of being,
A harmony of chaos, where the heart keeps on singing.