When evening shadows grow long and the restless sea
Darkened against a blazing horizon creeps onto the shore
Sea dancer shivers in anticipation…
Her silhouette is graceful and surreal
In the last remnants of daylight clinging desperately to the western sky...
Blending into the shadows neath the rising moon
She pirouettes like a ballerina, reaching into the salty air
Touching the wind with her fingertips, teasing the moon with her guile
Hair a swirl of midnight caresses a perfectly sculpted neck
Errant curls dance naughtily upon her naked shoulders...
Beyond beautiful she’s a dark masterpiece
A creature of the sea and the earth and the wind
In daylight she’s a prisoner of imagination
But when the setting sun gives way to the rising moon
Her restless spirit seeks solace
She is darkness! She belongs to the night
And she dances along the shore searching…
Spirit alive with malevolence
Waiting…waiting…
© Annabel Sheila
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Enchantment in graceful movements of the "Sea Dancer"
Wonderful write.
Lady Mary Ann
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Ron
Cheers,
Dan
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