The Way She Moves

I have seen the way she moves.  Like an electric rolling thunder through a body of floating clouds.  Dynamic, like the conductor of electricity herself.  The range of her structured motions seem compelled to tell the story as she is riveted by the energy within her vast range.  Fierce and forceful, she moves with great strength to capture the night as through the waves of her motioning light.  Flashing, spangling, electric lights declare the darkness prismatic.  It rains and pours and floods the floor, yet she is unbounded... she splashes and swims and floats within the flowing water, then transcends to float above and beyond it, climbing the highest ranges of tall emblem statues, with only one purpose within her eyes, to reach the spot.  She gazes to the top and reaches out to grab it.  She dances, and never looks back.  She moves within the ultimate continuum.  Oh how she dances in the way she moves.