The stage; its shadow
Casts a dark light. . .
The spinning soul
The Prima Ballerina’s Pose
Shimmers within its light
Stray thoughts wither and rage
While sequins shimmer in her wake
Her time approaches; coming so near
As dark robes of light come to kill!
We run! Our hope alive?
Out of breathe .. . . So confused
A peaceful soul to which we wait
In tulle, beyond the demons glitter
A soul sails through heaven’s wake
Her dress; those thoughts of life
All jeweled in Sequin Lights
An Orchid knows its beauty
A shortened life so frail
To all who see it knows
The spinning top must shiver
As the dance begins to slow