She dances like snow falling
\nOut of a blue sky
\nHer perfect body lithe and taut
\nOne look and of course, I sigh
\nAlone beside her photo
\nLetting the hours pass on
\nWatching her be the light I need
\nUntil that light is gone<\/p>\n
She moves a gentle portraiture
\nIn pastel shades of grey
\nFollowing a purple orb
\nThat bobs around all day
\nA silence and a mooted charm
\nThat find a path beyond<\/p>\n
Up onto the flood lit stage
\nWith one wave of her wand
\nDancing off the page into
\nA woodland full and sure
\nThis was where we were mean’t to be
\nWho could want for more<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
She dances like snow falling Out of a blue sky Her perfect body lithe and taut One look and of course, I sigh Alone beside her photo Letting the hours pass on Watching her be the light I need Until … Continue reading