The motions of your
Woman's body are
Rhythms of celestial song.
You dance
In streams of theatrical light
Casting white shadows
of wonder,
Black shadows
of desire.
Each footfall is
a fresh expression,
Each gesture,
an illumination of feeling.
Your form is
More perfect than God's intention,
More moving than Grecian alabaster,
More lasting than Italian bronze.
You dance on earth feet and
Wear the simple flowing robes
Of virgin woman.
You dance with power
Like a shooting star,
Like flint against steel,
Like flames erupting from the soul.
With one hand you conjure
the summer sun,
With the other,
the winter moon.
For us, you dance
A radiant presence of
The eternal feminine.
An image of all women
Aspiring to be beautiful.
You put us in touch
With the force,
The frailty,
The sensitivity
Of the beautiful.
All because
You really are.