HER FORM, A POETIC BLISS IN SPACE

Beneath the stage lights' warm embrace,
A woman twirls, a whirlwind's grace.
Her form, a poetic  bliss  in space,
Each move is a brushstroke, light, and chase.

Her dress, a whisper, soft and white,
Reflects the moon in silvered shine.
Her movements tell a wordless night,
Of joy and sorrow, intertwined.

The music swells, a rising tide,
Her spirit soars, a boundless flight.
A woman's dance, where shadows hide,
A fleeting glimpse of pure delight.