She dances
In the exit door
And a twirl
Out of the entrance door
She giggles
It has to be my way
She proclaims
Her face milky white
Her eyes shining
In the angles of her jaw bones
If we were brave
We would climb to the
Top of a tower and dance
I am not afraid of falling
She declares
But I prefer
Looking in the mirror
Under the glow of the lights
Before Wonderland
I danced in mother's clothes
She says
There were golden dresses
Painted fans
A drum to beat
And hats to wear
I prefer a simple dress
I say
Though really I don't wear dresses
At all
If I had to dance
It would be alone on the beach
The sand between my toes
I would dream of
Waltzing away
On a boat
She sits down beside me
We are both out of breath
She is giddy with twirling
I am tired of falling down
It is good to get lost in music
To move
But silence is even better
Golden she says
And we sink into each others
Shaking arms
Happy to have danced
Thankful to be still.
