In My Way...Charm: If Life Is A Stage...

She stands...in half-light...waiting in the wings...

this is not a dress rehearsal...

her stage makeup is...
minimal...
flawless...

her hair hangs soft...
loose and wavy down her back...

the air moves past her...
taking with it a strand of hair to caress her smooth cheek...

the chiffon of her dress flutters and floats...briefly...
like a sigh...

The air is cool and still once more...
the heat of the spotlight on stage...warms her skin...

the other dancers have kicked up some dust...

which now swirls around on currents...
dancing through light beams... like glitter...

childhood 'dust fairies'...come alive...

As the light begins it's shallow search of the shadows...
the sequins on her gown blink shyly...
with each wink they seem to say...
'here i am...'
'i am here...'

The bright circle that pushes the dark away as it moves...
comes to rest on the floorboards just a breath away from her dancing shoes...
their very tips are softly lit...
they are a shiny silver...

The music starts...
She goes up on her toes...
takes a deep breath...
butterflies in her tummy...

And i recall...
butterfly kisses...between her and i...
only moments ago on this sweet journey...

As the music swells...filling that space...
she steadies herself...
breathes out those butterflies...
setting them free...

She owns that feeling...

To be...ANYTHING...
and everything...
The world is but her stage...

Note upon note will become layers to her fragrance...

But her essence will remain...

she's young...she's becoming...she's free...
her name is

Bianca-Leigh