softly into sound
For unseen faces in a crowd
Watchful eyes she keenly feels
Before the muse of dance she kneels
Mirror in a stranger's eyes
Do you see through this disguise?
Beyond the veil of flesh and bone
Hides a soul that weeps alone
And seeks to fill the empty place
With wonder in a stranger's face
Not for love or will or lust
But while the Hunger says she must.
©Sonja Torres 1998