(from In the Shadow of my Pen: A Collection of Poetry and Prose)

As the clock strikes midnight, she begins to dance.
In a gown made of taffeta and lace, she pirouettes among the stars.
The moon lights up her face, a celestial angel, a vision of grace.
From midnight till dawn, her feet dance to the songs in her heart.
Only the moon and stars know her name.
They also see her pain while she dances tears cascade from her eyes.
But she continues dancing until the sun rises and her tears are spent.
Tomorrow she will do it all again.
A dance of lament.
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