Sweet Katerina, Ballerina

 

Sweet Katerina, Ballerina

Maryia, will never forget, the awful horrors, wrought on Kharkiv,

Her heart-rending account, in a bloody war, difficult to conceive.

The terror, as the unforgettable blast, took her lovely Katerina,

Bringing great sadness, to a mother, missing her little ballerina.

Everything shattered, lost, and gone, now burdened with grief,

Pining for Katerina’s return, a dreamy notion, well beyond belief.

Come back Katerina, she solemnly cries, with tears welling inside.

Struggling to understand, sorrows emotions, so difficult to hide.

Each night, as she closes, her weary eyes, into a dreamy trance

Their souls, are reunited again, as she watches Katerina’s dance,

And as the symphony, softly plays, its rich mesmerizing sound,

Katerina glides, upon swan lake, gracefully round, and round.

Floating, as in the clouds, sweet Katerina, such a beautiful sight,

Enchanting vision, upon the stage, dancing through the night.

Dreaming, that she is Queen Odette, waiting for Prince Siegfried,

To pledge his love, breaking the evil Barons spell, setting her free.

And as the bevy of swans, elegantly drift, upon the seamless lake,

Their slender forms, circling round, silently gliding, until daybreak.

Their gowns, of pure white feathers, lightly sailing, in the breeze,

Till caught, by dawns first light, filtering through, the distant trees.

Then as mother Maryia awakes, longing to see, her Katerina again,

She is reminded, once more, of her world, full of fear and pain.