Beneath a pastel sky she dances
Evening colors of pink and blue
Paint the sky above her.
She is at this moment oblivious to her surroundings
she is within her dreamscape ...
No music is needed
she dances in tune with nature.
Nocturnal animals emerge from the darkness
Watching quietly as nature's gypsy twirls
by the campfire that she has made.
The sounds of the crickets seem
unusually soft tonight.
The howl of the wolf is still intense,
but not frightening to her .
Her dance slows down to a sway
beneath the mellow beams that now shine
through the few clouds that are left.
The pastel colors that were once above her
have been replaced by a luminescent moon
and a blanket of stars.
She stops only to gaze up at the moon
and dream for a few moments.
Her fantasy is one that will remain secret
She only smiles to herself
And starts to dance again...
