I sit thinking of you,
“Reflections of Passion”, by Yanni plays.
I see you dancing,
What looks like ballet,
Maybe it is not dance,
But an ancient art of defense.
So beautiful the moves you make,
So graceful, it makes sense.
The energy you have,
Grace of a swan,
Stealth of a tiger,
So far beyond,
Aim of an archer,
Dead on target.
Small as a cricket,
Hiding in a thicket.
Come out, come out,
Play with me,
No need to shout,
Harmony.