Dance away

The wrapping paper crinkled beneath my fingertips
The smile on her face reached mine
The smile, the gift, it seemed to last forever, however it ended so soon
The last fragile memory sits upon my mantel top and dances away in my dreams

Dance away my lovely porcelain ballerina
You were given to me by someone who will never be replaced
The memories of her and I are all trapped inside your glistening eyes
As you sit on my shelf reminding me of her each day.

My baby blue eyes are drawn to the porcelain ballerina
She sits on the shelf, atop a blazing fire
Her emerald eyes glimmer in the flames
Contrasting between her snowy white face and her cherry lips

She sits as a statue but her face is full of life.
Still wondering what it would be like
If she could move from the stained wood beneath her feet
Flawlessly memorizing individuals by her fluid movements

Dance away, my lovely porcelain ballerina,
The soft taps of your point shoes will echo through the theatre.
And together with our graceful pointed feet and light fairy floss pink tutus,
We can dance away through the night like two delicate statuettes posing on a wedding cake.