The Ballerina

The Ballerina

It was dark

Dark as the night without moon

and stars

But she was a star

A star that everybody loved

Even who’d hated

It was sad

Sad as the soft piano gothic music

slowly enchanting

But she was fast

Cutting down the hopes

That nobody thought had

It was breathtaking

The way she moved and fell

The way she slipped and lifted

The way she flew

right to heaven

Poor lost shinning beauty

It was a shame

A shame that nobody can pay

or excuse

Red rose blood in the floor

White rose face

And eternal closed eyes

It was forever

Forever forgetting and forgiving

the earlier death

Now becoming truth

Sweet deep black dream

No more tears to hide

It was the last

The last time in the stage facing him

and everyone else

But she made it

One single perfect last dance

A really curtains closing

It was the end

The end of the ballerina love story

and also a start

An angel rising to peace

Only a distant memory of life

That he’s about to catch...

12-Abril-2010

Based on “Memórias Esquecidas”

Raquel Martinez Neves