She stands upon the rooftop
her thin young legs stand firm.
She gazes at the wanderers
her mind begins to learn.
Her soul feels truly lifted,
she is above them all.
She towers over figures
so far below, so small.
No one can see her watchful stare-
her power is immense.
She is but slight and feeble-
the air she breathes intense.
As she sits and watches-
silently, alive,
the sun begins to reach her
allowing her to thrive.
Not an eye can see her-
the beauty of her stance.
Or so she thinks as freedom urges,
urges her to dance.
He sits in warmth and splendour,
music dims his mind.
His eyes gradually linger-
loving, lively, kind.
His silence yet allows him
to notice that which most,
would gaze beyond, ignore, look past-
he perches as a ghost.
Her form reaches his pupils,
he cannot shift his gaze.
Her beauty mesmerises his mind
out of its slumbering haze.
She dances on the pebbles
entirely unseen-
Save for the eyes of him alone
so eager and so keen.
Her modesty is wonder-
she dances for the blind.
This goddess draped in silky black-
his mind begins to rise.
There is no person watching,
there are no eyes that see.
There is no life to cease her joy,
and thus she does not flee.
But there is one who overlooks,
there is a heart that falls
in love with her still movement-
in love with her- her all.
The music starts to fade and dim
Her chest begins to heave.
She spreads her wings- delicate, pure;
She spreads her wings and leaves.
And yet he sits, admires
to where she stood alone.
Unseen by those beneath her-
still as precious stone.
He rises very slowly,
he walks, he paces- moves.
His body feels uplifted,
bathed in shades of blue.
No one will ever see her
through eyes quite like his own;
As she sits, so small and silent
upon her heightened thrown.
He will forever love her-
this creature full of grace.
She danced for him and him alone-
she left without a trace.
May 1, 2011
May 1, 2011 at 12:55 PM UTC
She stands upon the rooftop
her thin young legs stand firm.
She gazes at the wanderers
her mind begins to learn.
Her soul feels truly lifted,
she is above them all.
She towers over figures
so far below, so small.
No one can see her watchful stare-
her power is immense.
She is but slight and feeble-
the air she breathes intense.
As she sits and watches-
silently, alive,
the sun begins to reach her
allowing her to thrive.
Not an eye can see her-
the beauty of her stance.
Or so she thinks as freedom urges,
urges her to dance.
He sits in warmth and splendour,
music dims his mind.
His eyes gradually linger-
loving, lively, kind.
His silence yet allows him
to notice that which most,
would gaze beyond, ignore, look past-
he perches as a ghost.
Her form reaches his pupils,
he cannot shift his gaze.
Her beauty mesmerises his mind
out of its slumbering haze.
She dances on the pebbles
entirely unseen-
Save for the eyes of him alone
so eager and so keen.
Her modesty is wonder-
she dances for the blind.
This goddess draped in silky black-
his mind begins to rise.
There is no person watching,
there are no eyes that see.
There is no life to cease her joy,
and thus she does not flee.
But there is one who overlooks,
there is a heart that falls
in love with her still movement-
in love with her- her all.
The music starts to fade and dim
Her chest begins to heave.
She spreads her wings- delicate, pure;
She spreads her wings and leaves.
And yet he sits, admires
to where she stood alone.
Unseen by those beneath her-
still as precious stone.
He rises very slowly,
he walks, he paces- moves.
His body feels uplifted,
bathed in shades of blue.
No one will ever see her
through eyes quite like his own;
As she sits, so small and silent
upon her heightened thrown.
He will forever love her-
this creature full of grace.
She danced for him and him alone-
she left without a trace.