Ballerina of the Wood ©
(A Dancer's Dream)

Little creatures of the forest,
Animated by the desire
To jig at night through the fire;
Your ballet shoes like you can't rest...

Executing the steps by stealth,
So enchanting the music -
The metronome becomes frantic;
A whirl of life retains your breath.

Translucent tutus though the times
Are stepping out like shining stars -
They're so furtive they leave no scars;
Resting in peace among the limes...

Spirits at dawn bathe in the dew,
Refreshing moments of pleasure -
Resting their feet in the water,
Before obeying the curfew.