Upon the cheeks of memory
On sunlit smiles and starry tears
She climbs a stage of woven nights
Built upon our hopes and fears

Wrought of nought but silver mist
Her gracious float, it heeds no wind
And through her eyes of liquid glass
She sees where every joy is pinned

A step
A leap
A pirouette
Her feet so soft, her hands, they drift
To silver cords and golden strings
Bundled in her arms, she lifts

And now the moon can see her prize
Its beams of light enclose her feet
On velvet steps she soon ascends
To stars
To sleep
And where they meet

She bows her head to deep applause
The music starts, she now begins
To roaring rain and whistling breeze
Her ropes unstrung, she gently spins

And from her hands,
Her starry hands
These ribbons trail and lengths expand
Her fingers clasp
On glowing strands
'Till slumber pulls, and there they land

Woven of those frozen tears
That she had stored in hollow heart
Knitted of each flimsy smile
'Till night may come, and now they part

Around our sleep these cords entwine
Delivered by such mystic means
Still singing of the dancer's touch
Her memories, we call them dreams