Spellbound, they watch her dance
As her mystery unfolds,
Slowly, winding to the rhythm
With the moonlights ebb and flow.

In a caravan of color,
She glides across the floor;
Swaying like a branch in spring;
Every breath is held for more.

Bejeweled in gold and silver,
Slender serpent arms uncoil,
Flowing to the music
As fluid as the Nile.

Tinkling bells adorn her ankles,
Cymbals shimmer from her hands;
Dark eyes beckoning beneath her veil
like an oasis in the sand.

Raven hair and agile hip
adds to her mystique,
As she gradually is swept away
To the driving dum-tec beat.

She sets the floor on fire!
With every step the flames ignite;
Bewitching those who watch her
As she dances through the night.

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By:  Soaring Spirit, ©2002

"They who dance are thought mad by those who hear not the music."
Anonymous