She dances along a pane of glass
Wild and free
She has no set direction
Nor bonds to hold her back
She leaves a trail
behind her -- where she's been
I try to imagine her life before
A feat
Impossible
The sky beats a dull colour
it's grim sheen cast upon
my face
I hear the gentle rap upon my roof
The patter of countless trails
to follow
I smile -- faint, obscure
We've danced this step
before
I place my finger
to follow the trail she left
I dance to her steps
jagged -- beautiful
And as she slips below the line
I stop for a moment
in mournful reflection
I slowly place my finger
upon another trail
And I think to myself
"Maybe, this time
she'll stay?"