Moreno Ballerino

by: Uel Ceballos

In the silence of the windy darkness

He stood there atop the reddish-brown cliff

Arms outstretched with his face tilted up to the heaven

His hair was the waves of raven that shone through the night’s luminance

His countenance was the exquisite onyx, veined by the lovely moonbeams

He was an upright figure, few inches away from the edge of the bank

His arms spread in horizon as he lifted himself on tiptoe

And pushed his magnificent chest upward to the velour skies

Like a Greek God who bathed himself of soft rays from above

He stood there upon the green carpet; his silhouette was sharp against the moonlight

His face was sweet as honeydew, such nobleness it was

With magnetic set of eyes that reflected the unfathomed blackness of the galaxy

His nose towered like a proud fortress

And his cheeks were pairs of cinnamon uphill

His sensuous lips were perfect mosaic of ripened berries where sugar flowed so graciously

Bare-naked was he, down to the fair robustness of his waist,

His navel was the centerpiece to the breathtaking Pacific

As he lunged on one foot and laid back in a rapid shift of weight

His brawny shoulder magnified through the night

As the sturdy formations of grand valleys and smooth rocks

Then he stood tall and in the rhythm of gushing wind

He made a graceful whirl on one leg

While the other limb was lifted backward, the stalwart knee was in a beautiful bend

He swayed in the air like a bronze feather cutting softly through the dense of mist

Then he glided backward and turned away from the edge of the deadly cliff

In a lovely twirl, he leapt to the air with one leg straight to front

The other was extended backward stretching up to the marvelous clouds

He was the eminent prince among the herd of stags

Thundering in a grandeur spring across the sparkling meadow

His hair was the glimmering crown of antlers; his face was the majestic flamingo moon

He wheeled down in fluid motion, touching the earth on his supple legs

In his arms were formed the splendid trails along the muscular mountains

His hands lengthened up with firm force, reaching out to the stars

His body glistened beautifully in the fingers of moonlights,

He glided and twirled as if there was no morrow, breathing the air of the dark

‘Til he lied down on his back with arms spread wide, he waited for the morning light