Feet flying,

Pounding upon solid ground,

Arms thrown above her head

in ecstasy.

Eyes not seeing

What is before her

only

what is in her mind's

eye.

Singing in the

Ancient voice of times

Long past,

Her silken garment

Flows

To and fro.

Hair swinging

around her head

Forming a crown

Only she shall wear.

Thus is the entrance,

The entrance of the dancer.