She moves with the kind of beauty <br />That only an inner stillness brings <br />A knowledge; <br />A certainty <br /> <br />So, maybe the trades of this land <br />Will wander through her beautiful long hair <br />Or, maybe this breeze will lead her to misunderstand <br />What was meant when we said to be silent <br /> <br />We must all pray for her; <br />This strength of hers that very well may have seen much sadness <br />We must pray for good fortune <br />Because we all know, sadly, that anything could happen <br /> <br />I’ve seen them, the ones who look back after decades <br />of broken dreams; <br />The ones who say <br />She’s pretty, she’s strong, she belongs to us <br /> <br />If it were only enough, <br />If only we could promise her <br />If only this happy, self-assured smile of hers could protect her <br />from here on out <br />If only we could bargain with the hidden places in her heart <br /> <br />Shh…listen… <br /> <br />Her children will have her laugh <br />And she will watch them, happy and carefree, <br />and think of the wind<br /><br />jennifer killian<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-hula-dancer/
