Dancing Shoes

Before reading further, it is very adviseable that you play this song and read it while it is playing. It's only a piano music ensemble. No videos. So just listen to it and read the story according to the tempo and feel. Hope you'll like it.

In a dark woods,

the moon is merely casting its light

on the autumn leafy ground.

The sycamore trees standing tall

and the owl hooting soft.

The crickets buzz in sync

with the blinking stars in heaven.

The stream washes the grey round stones

as they glimmer the moonlight glow.

All are quiet and mysterious...

Everything is asleep and in dreams....

A girl with flaxen hair

steps on the wet fallen leaves

Daintily,

she follows the leaping toad

She's cold.

She's hungry.

She's lost and she is trying her best to find her way out.

The sun has deceived her

the moon has shown her nothing.

"Follow the stream," her spirit tells her.

She breathes in hard.

Thorns from the vines cut her hand.

But she dances through the woods.

Even though she is lost

She finds the dark woods never cast a shadow on her.

The woods is beautifully eerie.

Or eerily beautiful.

She cannot be sure.

A drop of blood drips on her feet

Her forehead is cut by a vine.

She pulls away the curtain of thorns

and find herself in the middle of a green meadow

where the moon blesses her grace

and the stars shimmer their light

A pair of dancing shoes

she waltzes into the night...

She is not lost

She has found herself

She has found a dream

and does not want to be awaken...

A pair of dancing shoes

she is taken to another land...

A pair of dancing shoes

she waltzes into the night...

A pair of dancing shoes

she smiles upon her beauty...

And never to return...