The Swan Queen

Can you feel your movements through the air? Let your arm glide as if floating. The soft pointed shuffle across the floor effortlessly transporting you across time and space. I can feel myself there. I am she. The water surrounds and embraces me, the faint ripples flowing across the surface. The stars array themselves above, points of desire each in a sea of emptiness. The moon, she caresses my cheek, and I let the gentle breeze push against me and guide me across the glass. The glow lights up my face, white as the light above, while all else about me embraces the darkness. That melody haunts me. It is the breath of the wind. It is the chiming of the light. This is the dance for the night. This is the dance for me. I felt it. I was perfect.