Dancing in the predawn grays
eastern sky awakened
in a blaze of pinks and purples
after a night of rain
As if she herself
was calling the dawn
by her dancing;
everything melted away
There was only
this moment,
only these seconds
before dawn burst forth
Feet moved lightly
leaving glistening footprints
in dew covered grass
Fingertips stretched upwards
against the sky
for a brief pause
Before the dance brought
feather-light hands
arcing slowly downward
momentum carrying her forward
Pinks and purples faded
as shades of orange hues
streaked unhindered
across the heavens
Moved by Divine grace
dark faded to light
and a brilliant orb
crested the horizon
She continued to dance
to a tune only she could hear
floating across the meadow
as if on the clouds themselves
A last twirl, movement ceased
in stillness, she waited
face raised to the dawning
silence engulfed her
A cresting of the horizon
and wave upon wave
of wondrous, glorious brilliance
filled her soul.
