The Dance

she danced naked for her statues
in the dying candle glow
to the sound of rushing water
from the river down below
she whispered them her stories
into stone ears she did cry
of a broken heart
and how time was right to die

she danced to the riverbank
and cradling her lace
she framed her final portrait
her hair around her face
then she floated down the river
so that all could see and tell
how frozen tears shone on her cheeks
as her soul danced from her shell