She dances - Its beautiful

She danced in front me,
twisting her form like a feather in the wind,
so light, so free.
She danced just for me,
pulling me into the world she created,
the wonderful life her movements created.

She danced to prove something,
just because she could.
She still dances before my eye's,
provoking me to step like her,
to move like her,
to breathe like her.
She dances, its tragically beautiful.