SHE DANCES

As she slips away serenely, into the darkness of the
Of the black velvet night~~
There is a silence~and she embraces it~
As she removes the mask,
Of who she must be everyday~~
She does so as easily as she slips
Into her dance clothes~
She climbs into her car,
And drives the short distance to her destination~
There she enters a world of pure enchantment~
Through her body races anticipation~
For this is her special world,
Her world of magic and dreams come true~
She thinks of no one, no thing~
~~~As she dances~~
Her movements graceful and precise,
Just as you would picture
A beautiful butterfly finding it's wings~
Soaring across the skies~
As she becomes one with the music,
There is magic to behold~
~~As she dances~~~
She then dances to a classy jazz~
She connects to each rythmn, body and soul~
As her body and feet become one with the beat~
And once again, there is magic to behold~
~~As she dances~~
She then does a little toe tappin~
Shuffling, and moving swiftly,
To a lively beat~
~~As she dances~~
Then there is a little hip-hop,
Which is something quite new
But, that doesn't stop her~~
As she immerses herself into,
Every turn, every kick,
To a fast moving pace~
~~As she dances~~
And once again there is magic to behold~
As she dances with her heart and soul~
But, her time passes quickly~
As she gathers her things, and says her goodbyes~
Once again, she slips into the black velvet night~
She drives the short distance home,
But, can't bear to go in just yet~
So, she sits and stares at the starlit skies~
And cherishes each moment of her night~
She closes her eyes, and with a deep sigh~
Becomes the person she must be everyday~
With her mask in hand, she enters the door~
Quietly climbs into bed, as she dreams~
Of the next time~
~~When she dances~~**

© Gwendolyn Bourgeois