I saw a dancer,
dancing across a stage,
i heard her footsteps,
and they sang the song of death.
I watched her slowly,
her motions fading,
into the darkness,
of the solo steps.
I read her letter,
one saying she is done,
with every motion,
she was known to take.
And then later,
i watched her walk,
into the ocean,
in the dark of night.
I never saw her,
after that night,
she was the dancer,
that once danced,
across....the....stage....
Sandra jacks
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/i-saw-a-dancer/
