4. The Dancer (Sonnet)
I am a swan gliding across the stage.
I listen to the music as it plays.
The audience is spellbound as they gaze.
They can't believe the grace for my age.
I feel the energy is turning slow,
As my love for dancing shows in a flow.
My heart beats in time with the drumming beat.
All I can feel is my very cold feet.
I am flying as I'm soaring so high,
My fingers spread out, my eyes so wide.
I am spinning like a dazzling light,
With my black hair spreading and being bright.
It is over as I land in a pose,
As it comes to a silent, peaceful close.