To dance perchance to be

She dances as a butterfly
would visit blossoms, she
sups the glorious nectar
as does the bumble bee
the music of Spring breezes
that echo around these parts
she is forever graceful
though can sometimes break hearts
I feel my heart is taken
not broken but a token
I am again awoken
to all the simple facets
of the dance before my eyes
she stops and pirouettes
and of course, I realise
the beauty of her fluttering
the peacefulness, she goes
upwards, onwards,sideways
with remarkable repose
every which way silently
sensationally survives
silken bodice, soft pink shoes
a satiny surprise
she dances as a maiden
milks the grace and finery
leaves bow down to welcome her
a starry binary
an intelligence personified
for earth magic is her fire
a dancer in the now, she is
and I do so desire
to watch each placid moment
each curl of foot and wing
each delicate arc attraction
that gently she does bring
to every scene she does perform
her art is mine to feel
she is my truth she is my love
for me she is so real
I awaken from my slumber
to see her and to know
everything about her
in my heart does grow
she is the breath that fills
my lungs
the blood that fills my veins
she is the water in my soul
her qi it now rains
down on me forever
for without her I’m no more
just a desert without water
or a mirage to ignore
or a simple euphemism
where many are not sure