The Gift Of Dance

In the gleaming mirror shines a lady,

Filled with umpteen passion and gaiety.

She weaves a story of grace and mirth,

As her swift feet fall on the Earth.

Complacence lights up her face,

The brevity of a smile brings grace.

The whole world disappears,

As she forgets years and tears.

She always knew she could fly

And dance tells her why.

She opens her heart to the light,

The Lord's greatest delight.

'I can't always choose the music life plays for me,

But I can choose how I dance to it'- she cited,

And now the music and musings seem united.

That a path leads us to happiness,

They call it dance, I call it bliss.