Ballet Beauty

Plie! how my own knees bent weak    
Watching her dance
I swore she was reaching for heaven  
in a sky she made you believe was there  
 
those graceful arms extending upright,  
turned angel wings  
flying across the stage on her pointed toes  
as if the wind lifted her Arabesque into the sunset of a spotlight  
 
If I could sweep her off her feet  
I'd dance a lil too...