As I Move

I move like the wind, rage like the storm.

I dance until the earth trembles

and the stars forget their place in the sky.

I dance —

and in that motion, I become everything.

And still, I dance.

You cannot trace my path.

I glide, I swirl,

I soar high into the pleasure of the heavens

and dive deep into the chasm of the solitude.

Then — I vanish.

Hold on.

You just might fall for me.