Dance Beneath The Stars

I dance beneath the stars.
no shadowy shillouettes.
no cloudy remorse.
i dance for the fireflies and the lonely man next door.
they're the only audience i need.
he smiles at me,
i return with a flip.
on a garden bound stage,
barefoot,
hair down.
i do all i was taught,
determined to leap far off the ground.
defying gravity's limit is a dream for a backyard dancer.
i close my eyes and i see a million
russian ballerinas dancing beside me.
i dream i am beautiful,
and not covered in mud and grass.
but as the rain slowly comes, i bow to my audience,
and leave behind a silent applause.