Dance

Everything has it's place
Even the tears that have
Collected on the floor
The way they move
Is more beautiful than
The reasons they were born

And they dance
With a freedom
That no human could ever dream
They dance like a little girl
In front of her mirror
To her invisible audience

And oh,
They bend and flow
To their melancholy song
But with such majesty
That the room seems darker
When they evaporate
And the curtains close