Dance For Me

You are born to dance with the wind, veiled within a circle of oak’s trees, Half-dressed by moving shadows, Half-exposed by bold daylight. Jasmines by the left side, dandelions by the right side dancing together with you, nymphs, satyrs and sprites. The melody luring a brown bird, Silent with cautious veneration, advances over valleys and hills until reaching the sea shore. Beauty framed you with Music, Beauty will gird you in a bower, close is the night of your coronation. My eyes follow as you move Spiraling between my fingertips, Sweet scented boon of Spring Meet the dwelling of my spirit, You will last less than a day, you will last less than love but is there a fancier grave to lay than her smiling lips?