To Match Your Steps*

Only to match Your steps
How me spends times,
Ballerina, whence You stand
Before the Mirror,
And makes Yourself ready,
Putting on Your dancing shoes,
Stretching legs, before making a mind
To create Poetry before the audience,

How me finds, how useless i,
Spend times, just to match
Thy dancing steps,

This way, how i go, to you,
O You , the Poetry of my heart,
The angelic danseuse,

Your white stockings, dancing Gait,
As You get ready, getting all set
To present before thy audience
A story of a Swan, unfolding her beauty
For the World, taking lighted body
By poesy and music so wonderfully wrought,

As I see, by thy Benediction, before me , like  poem just born, so brought,
Your ways to reach me, crossing five continents, and seven seas, how keep me
In a dream, how I lose my Soul, my mind, my heart,

Before mirror, O You Ballerina ,
The Danseuse, Eternal,
How You bring, Your lovely gait,
And how useless, me spends my times,
Only to match thy Dancing Steps. (*Note: loosely based upon a painting as attached done by Vicente Romero Redondo; Courtesy : Musica Pittura e Dintorni, Alex Artista)