She danced

Magistic twirls,

Her gracious moves,

She twirled to the sound of the cymbals 

And of the mellifluous flute.

An uncanny beauty 

She was not the conventional type,

Not the rosy cheeks, 

The fair skin,

And long hair and round eyes.

She was the dreamiest of all

Her bronze skin glowing 

With the flickers of mellow light,

Short wavy locks

Twirling with the wind in delight

Gorgeous brown eyes 

Shining with the lustre of glee.

She danced and danced 

And then danced some more,

To the endless beats of the cymbal

And the flute, creating a symphony.

What might seem a cacophony of instruments 

Seemed to be the most soothing wonder 

Of harmony, with her ethereal twirls.

And while she danced endlessly

To the cymbals and the flute

One could only wonder 

The pure glee she beheld within.