The Dancer's Heart

I never did see a more beautiful expression As if all four seasons had exploded Imploded, eroded all the somber A wonder so delicate...an art she exposed Utterly unopposed is the dancers heart animations of vibrations move through her A Van Gogh of flow like aged, cellared Bordeux Wreathes of wind, sun and soul weave down around her roots through her being freeing sensations into the air As if with Gaia's divine love affair. Eyes drawn and beating heart unconcealed She wields her radical, energetic shield... The power to heal, to breathe, to love above the brilliant sun, moon and stars Oh what an orchestrated art in tune. Spirit calls out to her from Earth The birth of sound and soul unearthed Oh what an art i've observed To preserve the true art of a dancer's heart.