My Anna Pavlova With Love

Resonating magnificent resplendencies in such, rhapsodies Resonant amid this glowing renaissance; and her resurrection Lost opaque dreams awakening to find these, vibrant colours as if Van Gogh himself had been summoned through time's periscope's visions Brilliant brushings aside passions poured about viles of a rebirth's casting; callings Transposed from atop another vestige's love laced canvas; splashing's be spheres now Captured inside, a concerto's reprise ? Ballerinas their light and my, Anna Pavlova, with love.