I gazed upon her shadow on the floor
and watched the dance from wall to door.
She moved at such a fluid pace…
My, the sun had given her such grace.
I couldn’t help but feel perplexed
The way she turned seemed so complex.
As her figure lingered at my door
I couldn’t help but wish for more.
My only hope was that I knew
At sunrise the waltz would start anew.
The sun had journeyed east to west,
her shadow finally came to rest.