He waited for her once,
Twice if you count the flowers.
He hid behind them and watched her limbs move
Naked under the patches of dawn's light.
She drew out colors with the point of her toe
Wrote sonatas with the curve of her arm
Naked she dances in the early morn
Not the harsh light of day
Or the cold night of winter.
She dances in the hours between,
He loves her.
Dawn! He cries out to her finally
Daises cast like the roles of a play
Aside, no longer do they sway in her dance.
She turns to meet him
Eyes wide and fresh budding green,
Skin light like the moon that's fallen.
Her laugh was soft,
She stood more naked than he had ever seen,
He loves her.
She stepped over the stones to take his hand,
Led him out under the coming day
He heard the music then,
True and silver in his ear.
Their steps fell together endlessly,
She loves him.