Atop the peaks, on wind sweep reaches, when earth meets sky and the breath of the world sweeps over land in the last dawning light of a dieing day she sings, voice soft as a child’s first draw breath, sweet as the first innocent kiss and sounding like the ringing of bells within a lovers heart. Hers is a song without words and yet, it speaks volumes; it is passion and longing incarnated. So simple and abstract a concept as joy itself seems to find form in the shape of perfect notes sung to the stars.
She calls and beckons forth, her voice the whisper on the wind that starts to swirl around her, lifting and billowing snow and white fur alike in its eddies
On the tips of her paws on the fresh lay snow under the glow of a midnight sun she dances, lost in the whirlwind that is life, twisting and spinning paws flailing and moving to a rhythm non else may hear
Within the speeding winds she sings and laughs lifting voice to the skies in joyance praise, she was so filled with passion, she knew nothing other than the dance, no time existed but the now, this was what she lives for, this ageless moment where she was nothing and no one but the dancer.
When words are not enough to express all that is needed and so she just sings.
The sky trembles and turns with her movements, the sway of the ages in her step, stars fall into the glow of her eyes to make them sparkle, the moon glows within the silver of her white coat and still she spins lost within
Lost in that ever moment still she dances within the heart for she is freedom, her song is love and she dances life