Dancing Girl

Sparks are flying through

the warm summer night.

The flames are dancing,

reaching for the sky,

trying to touch it.

The stars and the moon

shine silver light on your

sun-burned skin,

on the ebony hair,

the masses of colourful cloth.

The flames shine on your

smooth skin,

golden light on the dark caresses

of sun.

The music plays around

your hips,

around your strong frame,

the notes lifting your beauty

up to the sky.

And your bare feet

stepping strongly on the dust

and soil,

dancing away the night

and the worries of the day,

proclaiming the freedom of your soul.

First published here.