She dreams in movement
Weaving her way through
Night’s enchantment
A mind that is still
With an eye that sees the dream
A body that dances to the tune
That only she can hear
Written for: Weekend Writing Prompt #148: Somnambulist | The words ended here, at 33, and it seemed right, so I didn’t push on towards 78 for the challenge…
Dear Sammi,
The last two lines are brilliant. Beautifully done.
Shalom,
Rochelle
LikeLiked by 1 person
You make ’em and break ’em. Rules that is. Good to listen to the muse always. It’s lovely.
LikeLiked by 1 person
This is wonderful… and your challenge, your rules to break 😉
LikeLiked by 2 people
I like that she dances in her dreams… 🙂
LikeLiked by 1 person
Very lovely poem – and magical!
LikeLiked by 1 person
Thank you for this poem! I love it – I often dream that I’m dancing so it seemed perfect to me.
LikeLiked by 1 person