She glides across the ice Circling sparkles Skates shush across the floor Shimmering spray Lights that play Lithe dancer aloft she spins and soars Gentle hips swing in the crystalline breeze Pirohuettes descend Tattooing lines Etching ice pristine Canvas clean Sacred movement Soul designs
This life is a fragile dancer Clad in fluttering sunset hue The rushing blood of a sweet romancer A flood of colors in twilight blue 2006 TL Boehm
I have always loved ice skating. At least watching it. This one has always felt unfinished.