As I was watching you dance
the expressions and your body's movement
While I was lying on the sheets,
imagining and swinging in daydreams
At least gracefully,
like the Lady in the old daytime painting

While you were gliding trough the air,
dancing with the rhythm of the wind
and flying like the lightest feather

A Black Swan
as you called yourself
Because even though you’re dressed in white
I saw the Black Swan on the outside
and within yourself