Magic of Ballet
Twirling around on pointe*,
two figures move together,
as magic sparks fly.
Their bodies move as one
around and around.
Their arms turn into wings,
as they barely touch the ground.
They move as if in flight.
Their bodies become the music;
the music becomes the magic.
Their eyes as if in a dream,
silently touch.
Her hand in his, spinning,
so awkward, so graceful.
The music stops; they stop;
the magic stops.
© 1989 ReNae