Imagination stands in the road, conducting
music, ubiquitous as a little girl dreams
She is a prima ballerina dancing in the clouds
Rain, no match as she clutches her skirt in her hands
Her steps measured, softened by the mist
Arabesque, En Avant, Chassé
Her arms hold a dozen invisible roses as she moves… chassé, chassé
Skies simmer as she raises her sapling arms, conducting
branches swaying in a fierce wind shrouded in mist
She dawdles and reverses her step, lost in dreams
Joy revealed when innocence is held in her hands
An angel’s loop splays across the clouds
She embraces the fog, these low-slung clouds
as she traces a granny knot in the dirt, chassé, chassé
Little girl dancing, releasing butterflies in her hands
She follows their flight, beauty conducting
Anything is possible as she dreams
there alone in the mist
She imagines magic breathes in that mist
bringing to life her performance in the clouds
She knows the power of dreams
as she practices arabesque, en avant, chassé
She hears the orchestra and the maestro conducting
as she mimics his movements with her hands
As delicate as snowflakes in her hands
she is one with the mist
Imagination and dreams conducting
this ballet in the clouds
Arabesque, En Avant, Chassé
She dreams, she dreams
She believes in the magic of dreams,
this world she holds in her hands
surrounded by steps…en avant, chassé
bathed in a cool night’s mist
beneath a sky of clouds
Imagination stands in the road, conducting
Captured in moments draped in mist
and protected by angels in the clouds
anything is possible when imagination is conducting
photo: Pixabay/jill111
prompts: OctPoWriMo, MLMM Wordle 171, #TLPoetry
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