III. THEY WHO DANCE

The feet of dancers

Shine with mirth,

Their hearts are vibrant as bells:

The air flows by them

Divided like water

Cut by a gleaming ship.

Triumphantly their bodies sing,

Their eyes are blind

With music.

They move through threatening ghosts

Feeling them cool as mist

On their brows.

They who dance

Find infinite golden floors

Beneath their feet.