My Spirit Will Dance

Oh how her spirit would fly! How her heart would rumble with radient passion.  Her feet would glide and float over a bed of sorrow; her body would whirl and twirl around a sea of pain. Everything that was anything would vanish. Nothing could intrude the interlude of her raw emotions. Her life song - a soundtrack of experiances,a prelude of tears, a symphony of joy - would interweive itself into her movements. Eloquence and grace was all she could be. Fire and Desire was all she knew. And when she danced, Oh how her spirit flew!