Gypsy Girl

In my dreams I watched her dance
Without rhythm and without sound
Sweat dripping down the nape of her neck
Her black gypsy dress almost undone
Adorned with silver moon rings and ruby piercings
In my dreams I watched her dance
Trapped in a desolate room with tainted glass windows
Where the walls were filled with blades
Ever so often she cut herself as she moved
Yet she smiled to herself and danced even more
In my dreams I watched her dance
With bare feet stepping on the droplets of red
Face full of glee she looked far too young
Skin the color of sweet caramel
Breath the scent of a primrose garden
In my dreams I watched her dance
Movements slowed as her strength faded
Scarlet pool slowly filled the room staining the drapes
If only I could find my feet
But I had no body, I could only see
In my dreams I watched her dance
On her knees still swaying from left to right
Someone needed to make her stop
Falling face flat on the concrete floor as her breath stilled
Looking closely I still saw the smile on her beautiful face
In my dreams I watched her dance
Simply because I could do nothing more