Ballet dancers
In sheer yellow gowns
and period frock coats
float across the stage
to the beat of a Strauss waltz.
Music boxes in motion.
Fragile as a child's dream,
Fleeting as a memory,
Eternal as Spring's jonquils
blooming in the snow
bringing assurance the heart
can respond
to the lilt of the dance
where purity and perfection
seem possible,
creating loneliness at not being able
to possess it.