A dreamer,
Chasing white rabbits,
Danced with her flourescence,
Carrying smiles meant for tomorrow,
When joy had fallen far from sight.
She danced to the music of hummingbirds,
For when the rythm changes and tempo slowed,
She danced to the voice of stormy nights,
As if the stars had sent their spark
In front of half- hiden laughing moon.
Autumn dripping leaves of weary gold,
The tune of hush and shush and wush,
She danced with her one feet in the air,
And with her black shiny curls,
It seemed as if she was ready to rise.  
I still remember the way she used to dance.