THE LAST DANCER (Part 7)

AT THE TOP OF THE EARTH

Settled in waves of clouds
She listens to the breath
Of the blue earth.
From her silent heart
She hears the ground pulsing.
“The horizon is yours”
Say a voice around her…
“And your feet need no more roots!”
Bended on her emotion,
She concentrates her strength
In a multitude of golden colors.
She waits.
The night will soon let the sun to appear…
The stars seems to color of fire…
The clouds to her feet
Get orange and purple…
Dawn is there.
So the last dancer jumps
And at the top of the earth,
She dances…