The Star Dancer

I once knew a young girl

Who would dance in the stars at night.

But her light dwindled away.

I can remember her eyes like a beautiful hazel fire

With bright flames and golden ash.

At night, I sit and watch the stars,

Waiting for her to return.

Leaping through the velvet colored sky,

Bouncing on every star with her weightless motion,

Each step with passion, each turn with attitude(grace) .

Her smile made the night sky sigh with relief.

Then, with a swift spin, her dance stopped,

For her gaze met with two sharp blue eyes.

Her hands met his much larger hands.

His face lit up like the stars and she was mesmerized.

Their bodies moved in sync creating a new dance.

His strength carrying her as they skip around

Each step with precise, gentle movement.

The girl built her trust in this man

The way she trusted the white stars.

Their dance continued until dawn

Once the dew formed on the blades of grass.

When the sunlight pooled over the dancers,

And They decided to go their own ways

And meet in the stars again.

Night after night, they graced the sky

With their stunning steps and passion.

However, the blue eyes the girl knew before,

Changed.

They became two daunting black flames

That burned through her sharp golden eyes.

His dance was no longer in rhythm with hers,

His light was dim and he held no emotion.

His grip gave out, releasing the girl into the darkness,

Alone.