The sweats of your beating heart
May escape your limbs
To welcome a naked night
With those who sculpted it
Into a gorgeous goddess.
Continue another mile,
And expand your universe
Into wondrous constellations,
Creating a path of ascension
Into your youthful soul.
Chance may lead you to a musical,
Where you stop to extend the drums,
To wildly gaze at an earthly energy,
There, a free soul holds your hands
To dance under the glowing moon.
Now you begin to realise,
The rhythmic symphony of life,
How it was all choreographed by
Your own limbs that bow
For its own goddess of a heart.