Bathed in Light

Her body bathed in light
of manic passion, so bright,
as thoughts escaped her form,
and offered truths yet unborn.
Out of sight, she danced and swirled,
in a bedeviled, frenzied world.
Her feet, so pale and tired,
yet her mind still inspired.
When time came for us to meet,
she slipped into calm, serene sleep.
Though I knew not her name,
her pain I saw just the same -
blinding in its shine and shame.