The Dancing Page

She turn's words into a dancing page, To try and lighten her heart with it's torn part, Love has cruelly rejected her Truthful ways and happy days, Turning his back on her beautiful smile, That always goes that extra mile. Her childlike spirit like's to roam, In places lonely and wild, She gently hold's hands with nature, It makes her spirit soar, To high peaks, to view slumbering valleys, Changing seasons is her reasons, To delve with soul Into pleasure, joy and dark days too, His rejection freed her pen to write with depth, Like as deep as the mighty oceans, Like the untouchable changing skies, She is able to deal with his hurtful lies, To write is to free her trapped mind, To nature's enchanting feast, To fly with wings to find, Love, truth to carefully bind Into a surprise parcel, To nurture her undercurrents of fears And the feelings of loss, Allows at last her drop of tears, To flow, cleanse and feel free, Breathe life, Like an old beech tree, It's branches sturdy and resilient, Against the changing weather force, She knows he feel's no remorse. Her words turn into the dancing page, Her own personal sage.