The Dancer

she moves like the wind
stepping through forests
as if she were the wind
her long dark curls
swung down like cascades of silk
in the shadows of trees
she moves and glides
her bare feet barely touching the ground as she dances
graceful movements of beauty
dancing across the forest
wandering and roaming
trapped in a world of timeless beauty
and dances to the melodies of winds
touching her skin
the Dancer waltzes across the forest floor
spinning until the world falls and the sun engulfs the world
and the Dancer's eyes see gold
falling from the sun
the whispers of songs echoing in her head
her feet dancing forever
the timeless world
a Dancer's dream
floating away
with the faint sounds of music
softly blowing in time with the Dancer
into the distance
into the sun
away from the forest
the Dancer swirls
leaving all she knew behind
dancing away into the sunrise