Dancing

I feel like something is dancing inside of me, twisting and turning in a hopeful kaliedoscope of starlight and rose petals. Something it moving and singing, and I could turn cartwheels or sail through the air on a falling leaf. I don't even know why I feel this way. I feel graceful and beautiful, authentic and real. Some days I just feel like this, like I'm coming into my own, and the world is falling into place at my feet.