Mary Edeza D. De Leon
October 4, 2009
She’s at one with the wind
As she dances on its rhythm
Wearing her velvet ballet shoes.
Whipping and cutting the mist
With her dainty hands,
Blowing and whispering
Songs from her fragile heart
She closes her eyes
Letting her spirit flow,
Out of her ears,
Out of her eyes and mouth.
She never thought of
Resisting the force,
That spins her willing body
Around and fast.
Neither did she felt dizzy,
Only free.
The sound of the wind
And the yielding, submissive
Motion of her hair
Is enough to take her,
To a world far away.
