The Winsome Ballerina
Beguiled by your cunning intent
I sigh in ecstasy's haunting scent
Whatever you dance is a seething delight
I fall into your pleading light
Where the rainbow of your body smiles
Goes following my manly style
Woman my most constant guide
Into your fathomless sea I slide
Your charms pervade the vacant air
Eyes revealing everywhere
Heart, original desire
Undressed and nakedly entire
Your ethereal weaving on the stage
Rose petals on my open page
Where my soul sleeps sublime
Distracted from constraints of time
I float within you disappearing
And lose myself in goddess rings
Where are you in the golden mist
That clouds my mind with drowsy bliss
Your dancing form is too sincere
We all melt when you appear
The stage is harried by your truth
We faint and cry "Enough forsooth"
Save us if you have our hearts
We are drowning in your ballet's art
You move beyond our human glance
Alluring, sensual molten dance
Our eyes agape to sense and see
The wind that sways your willow tree
Your mountain stream, your waterfall
Cascade in ballet's diamond hall
Richard Field
June 2004
