Echoes of Her Dance

She dances on the water’s breath,
Each step a whisper, soft as death.
The ripples bloom beneath her toes,
A fleeting grace the moment knows.

Her dress, a wave of molten gold,
Unfurls with stories left untold.
She spins within the hush of blue,
A world reborn in every view.

No stage, no sound, no watching eyes,
Just motion drawn from inward skies.
A silent joy, a quiet flame,
She moves, and never stays the same.

In light and flow, her truth is shown—
A dance that claims the world alone.