Breath is what slips from our lungs

When eyes behold the boundless beauty of your dance.

Yes, entranced we are,

But if you believe our awe resides in the grace of your feet as they leap from this earth,

And of you joining the angels in their flight to kneel at God’s throne;

Or when your legs rise like a wave

Reaching to kiss the Heavens for only but a minute,

You are mistaken.

Breathless we have become,

For no longer is the girl whose heart once seemed a burdensome load.

Breathless we will ever be,

For here,

On our stage,

Dancing with a grace claimed by no other,

Sways a woman who moves souls.


—O. D. M

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