Heroes are Dancers

Touch your toes
Touch the sky,
Dance while
There's no music
No melody.

Heroes in a graceful pose
Neck, shoulder, fingers, toes.

Her feet float
carried by what moves her.
Subtle steps, poise - precise
So consuming.

An artist, sensitive
Demanding that every emotion
seep through her skin
to her body
to our soul.

What she carries on her shoulder,
She bears no weight now.

Through reckless transparency, opacity,
she stands in her glory
as the average corner of our existance
grows weaker, less glorified.

We catch glimpses of the sun,
of soul
of emotion,
as fluidly as she reaches hights
that not even stars dare to grasp.

Balancing, hurdling, leaping
from one emotion to the other
As we grasp for strength in just this one.

Carrying our weight upon a weightless grace
she carries us all
under cyclinical tensing
of muscular movements, we can't even see.

Heroes are dancers.
Grace among the blundering.
Martyers of the soul.

Inspired by my very own ballerinas. (: