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…
Sammi Cox 
Dear Sammi,
The last two lines are brilliant. Beautifully done.
Shalom,
Rochelle
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You make ’em and break ’em. Rules that is. Good to listen to the muse always. It’s lovely.
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This is wonderful… and your challenge, your rules to break 😉
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I like that she dances in her dreams… 🙂
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Very lovely poem – and magical!
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Thank you for this poem! I love it – I often dream that I’m dancing so it seemed perfect to me.
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A joy of how this character dreams of dancing. And I like how your poem raised the question for me if the character dances while awake, or if she’s too reserved/shy — so her dreams give her the chance to relax.
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Thanks, Dave. I’m glad you enjoyed the poem 🙂
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