Sometimes I feel I shouldnt trust my eyes,
blur of silk, the shimmering black,
she is but a jasmine wisp
a dulcimer plea has beckoned back.
The flicker of flame, a subtle grace
traced upon her caramel skin,
salts wash away in measured pace,
echoes of such strength within.
Her gaze relentless, the message clear
each movement speaks,
my spirit hears
and I find that I have closed my eyes
yet sweetly she dances,
brighter she shines.
blur of silk, the shimmering black,
she is but a jasmine wisp
a dulcimer plea has beckoned back.
The flicker of flame, a subtle grace
traced upon her caramel skin,
salts wash away in measured pace,
echoes of such strength within.
Her gaze relentless, the message clear
each movement speaks,
my spirit hears
and I find that I have closed my eyes
yet sweetly she dances,
brighter she shines.
