The Dancer

There she goes...
there she goes again.
crying in the rain
dancing with the wind.

leaping, flying
magnificently refined
spinning, twirling
with ease like the clouds
and I saw for the first time...
her key to freedom
her movement of peace
her yearning of love.

There she goes...
there she goes again.
crying in the rain
dancing with the wind.

Oh and when she danced...
i saw her troubles, her pain, her fear
drift away upon the flowing breeze...
and even though his eyes were upon me
I fixed my thoughts only on her...
and her dancing in graceful beauty.

There she goes...
there she goes again.
crying in the rain
dancing with the wind.

*dedicated to Cecilia*