there are gold flecks

sprinkled over her hair

flowing down her back

like a river of honey

for she spins around 'em

those shady hallways

'n' through the ball room

visible to mortal eyes

as she covers a pirouette

sunlight seems to be

kissing her silhouette

that so dreamy attire

of an ever lost ballerina

all wrinkled and fragile

her crepe frock ruffles

for her soul is dancing

due to the madness of it

the liberatin' invisibility

that's about to set her free

so it's goin' to be last time

of her performance here

in the sunlit hallways

as she's about to escape

the vision of the world

and its low stereotypes

at last she has traipsed

her way into the night

and has left 'em behind

the halls 'n' blindin' light

so you can't see her at all

as she dances in the street

under the rushing rain

pouring down heavily

on her heavenly frame

oh you'd want to see it all

how she splashes water

while spinnin' in puddles

reflecting fairy lights

and how she steps down

from the roof of the car

whose headlights flash

through the soft darkness

oh she won't let you see

for fear of being judged

as a ballerina gone wild

in the middle of the night

but she knows that still

she's as delicate as she is

in the blinding sunlight

'cause, oh crowd of mortals,

she won't waste her time

explaining it to all of you

that sometimes wildness

can be this delicate too

Author's Note