desert dancer

you are a bird, gliding with the low cloud 
a dancer on the desert sands 
your witness becomes the breeze 
you were never there, invisible mover 
  
silent passion hidden on the rooftop 
Kachina spirit, a wanting terpsichorean 
scavengers below, creating war upon the broken 
your freedom caught in their thunderstorm 
  
you are loved through heroin eyes 
your grasp on her is losing, sifting hourglass
ballerino   
she cries inside, for your release 
and your soul reflects, through her 
  
underground impresario 
you found your stage and took back your liberty.