Audience To a Ballerina

There was a ballerina. She danced, but the sun set, Perhaps a little earlier than What was expected, So drowsiness settled earlier too. Not bothering to chance, Or leave the studio, she Gracefully bowed to her Reflection in the mirror, her Audience. They adored her, Her dancing, thought her smile To be infectious, thought her Laugh to make hearts melt. The audience watched as She sat on the floor and fell To her side, but they grew Tired as well and followed suit. Her eyes were shut, but not her Love, thankfully. Not her spirit, Gratefully. Not her joy, fortunately. The moon bought a ticket, A front row seat to a sold-out show, And watched the beautiful ballerina Sleep like a peaceful princess. Only a princess sleeps so happily, And how few there are in the world.