Butterfly Dancer

Butterfly Dancer

Eyes invisible if drawn
from the shadows
of a lake in the dead
of winter

Her face a banner
for truth
as she moves
for she is
the butterfly dancer

You can hear her
heartbeat
with the signals
from afar

Younger in time
with a silky
simmer,
a sweet kiss
as she fades
dancing in the sky

 

Wow I really like the mental imagery you create in this poem. Good job.