I see her there,

dancing under the stars.

Her image haunts my vision,

like the essence blurring dream and reality.

In a world of black and grey she dances.

Staring at her is like staring at the sun,

her blinding light casts all in shadow,

to where she is all that remains.

As I watch her, I dare not approach

lest the veil of her beauty be lifted.

I wonder to myself, if they know her beauty?

Too see through my eyes, and feel with my soul.

To me she is special,

like the final shapes to the blind.

Be it a dream, or be it reality,

let this one moment be true,

afore this too, fade to black.