Moondance

That is incredibly beautiful writing. So descriptive, but not so much that it's overwhelming and overpowers the narrative. The balance was done well. And it was so pleasing to the ear, as I read aloud the poems that are rather lyrical, and I loved the graceful flow of it and the sadness that was woven throughout amidst the beautiful imagery, and then crescendoing at the end, showing the woman for what she truly was and how she truly felt inside and how her dance was an escape, a masquerade for her to feel for a moment, for an hour, for a night, like she is someone else who is beautiful who is happy, who is not dancing alone, who is anywhere but there and anyone but her.
At least that is how I read it but it could be about something entirely different! That is sort of the beauty of poetry, of literature, of art, and of song.