For my sister


I’ve always wanted to capture
the way you make me feel
whenever I see you move.

But through smiling days
and purple skies
I’ve never found the words.

So I close my eyes
and call to mind a dance
flowing with imaginative poise.

Dignified and fluid,
you glide through my dreams
like Bolero on ice.

While your eyes
mischief-shine
and promise more to come.

Watching you like this
I see all the beautiful qualities
you never see yourself.

The way you move
makes me want to be like you,
if only for a moment.

Makes me want to know
exactly how it feels
to move within poetic grace.