This is just a little thing that wouldn't leave me alone until it got written. If you want to know more about Vila, there's a good sized article on wiki. The poem reminded me a little of the tree that Fakir almost got absorbed by, so I thought it fit.

Disclaimer: Nope, I don't own Princess Tutu. Neither do I own the poem, I found it on a website and so credit goes to whoever wrote it.

I dance from form to form

I shift from shape to shape

Fakir dreams of long red hair, yellow feathers, and white silk dancing on a mist covered lake.

ever changing

ever expanding

ever becoming

The first night he dreams, he is so mesmerized that he can barely breathe let alone make his presence known. The second he notices how lonely she looks, so the third he joins her dance and is rewarded with her smile.

I am flexibility

for by changing my form

I freely flow with all that comes my way

Each morning he wakes up to just the yellow feathers, but she seems happy. However, he'll sometimes catch her longing glances and he knows she isn't truly happy.

I am consciousness

for by shifting my shape

I gain an expanded awareness of what it is to Be

"I can't just write her into being a girl."

"You failed didn't you."

Silence.

Smirk. "What about a Vila?"

"Vila?"

"Vila are shapeshifters that have a love for dance. Their most common form is said to have long hair, bird wings, and white dresses." Another smirk.

More Silence.

I waltz a whirlwind

tango a tree

salsa a swan

or just plain fox-trot

He looks everywhere in town and outside, but she's nowhere to be found. He makes it home at sunrise with the realization that she's gone. Like a flash of light.

My dance is an affinity with All

for I am able to become All in order to know All

Fakir dreams of long red hair, yellow feathers, and white silk dancing on a mist covered lake. They dance their bittersweet pas de deux all over again.

Becoming All dissolves from

Knowing All creates Oneness

The illusion is that you have a separate shape

When he wakes up there's nothing there to greet him, not even yellow feathers. But for some reason there is a human imprint next to him.