Author’s Note: This goes with sunset, not sunrise, but My Muse doesn’t seem to care what time it is…
– Arrias

My Dancer

The sun was slowly setting, when she began to dance,
Alone, on the pier, eyes closed, as if in a trance.
Her arms up over her head, her hips slowly swayed,
To some distant music, perhaps was heaven made.

Blonde hair caught the light sunset breeze,
It came in off the water, and barely moved the trees.
The sky turned gold and then pink and blue,
Her hips softly moving, her arms still swaying too.

Her eyes still closed, she smiled, transcendent and exotic,
Could not pull my eyes away, her whole being was hypnotic.
To say she embodied beauty, twas an insult and poorly made,
For she was the most beautiful creature Great God had ever made.

I can still see her there, body swaying in the warm breeze,
I am still transfixed, her image drives me to my knees.
The most beautiful creature I had ever seen or ever will,
My hearts aches for her now, for I do love her still.

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