Everyday six am is when she would head east
The place where the damsels practice
The place where her soul would come alive
The place where she is popularly known
The dancer girl
She would sing. She would swing
She would dance till its time
She would be her, as if it was her final call
Keeping her stride she would turn the rounds
As if she was looking for something
That was hardly clear
The dance let her soul free. or so she thought
The fortunes would rain on her one day
That is what she used say
She never cared what was coming her way
Once that light was on her face
Once her costumes were down
She would be that normal girl again
Drinking tea poolside
Shying away all through her way
Just for herself she would come to the ground
To check her mailbox if something was around
I never knew what made her happy
The dance or the sound
I would never know
As we have never been around
Together…
But that gentle smile on her face
That innocent look on her eyes
Always left me wanting for more…
With the night passing by
It would be a new dawn again
And before you know it
It would be six am again
It’s time to get to the bus stop
Just to catch a glimpse of her
She is the one
As she is popularly known, otherwise
The dancer girl…
