Pirouette Breeze

Happiness sounds like a brides dress dragged along the floor

But she came with a different sound

The sound of a pirouette breeze

With ballet counted steps

Step by step

She climbed on my wooden stage

She moved just like a pen on a page

Pointing her toes

She leaps around & around

Like a butterfly from rose to rose

Like the flicking of a candle

the sparkle that I cannot handle

it lights up at midnight

and casts away in morning light

Her breeze blows out the flame

And that’s the picture on my frame