As Time Slows Around Us [Poetry]

The Tiny Ballerina

The wind pirouettes with the tiny dancer,
And both parties are as delicate
As soft sericate.
The wind carries the dancer's soft,
Red dress;
It sways with neverending success.

The tiny dancer smiles and the wind,
And is thankful for it's help,
For she cannot dance on her own.
The wind is there to carry her thoughts,
It is there to carry her forever spins,
It is there to echo out her tinkling music box.

The little girl is not wary,
Not aware of her music box,
The one with the dancing ballerina,
The one with the tinkling music.
She is unaware of its placement in the wind;
She has forgotten the tiny dancer that put her to sleep,
Night after night.

But the ballerina has never,
Will never,
Forget the little girl she spun to,
The little girl who would listen to her music,
Over and over,
Breathlessly.