She’s dancing with her eyes closed in an empty moonlit room,
Over in a corner where the light is shining through.
And isn’t she so beautiful with that light beaming in her eyes?
So innocent and sweet.. She’ll be gone before the sunrise.
She’s singing with the crickets.. And dancing in the wind
She stands longingly by the water.. But knows she cannot swim.
So she lightly steps beyond this earth, and in an instant she is gone.
She, the piercing melody in every dream and unsung song.
So should you ever hear her melody, know this, that it is rare.
And when you go to dream at night.. Perhaps you’ll see her there.

Jessy Liz

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/dancing-with-a-dream/