Dancer in the Stream
Dancer in the stream
Slender hands weave a moving dream
Twirling round with every sound
Spinning grace like yarn unwound
Stepping lightly on her feet
A face of bliss when her hands meet
Chestnut hair, flowers on her dress
The sound of love beats inside her chest
With every dance her soul is cleansed
A moving painting, her heart expressed
A different colour every word she speaks
Tears of love fall down her cheek
Throws her legs up in the air
Falls to the ground and kneels in prayer
Rhythm shape her naked limbs
Takes a breath before she spins
Morning dew drops on her lips
Trickle down to her swaying hips
Dancing till the sun sets
An ocean jewel hangs between her breast
With every dance her soul is cleansed
A moving painting, her heart expressed
A different colour every word she speaks
Tears of love fall down her cheek
