An orb of light’s your heart that shimmers bright,

an interwoven melody that stirs

the sands of time. The dancers spin around

bonfires of scents and cracking wood and sighs,

their eyes transfixed on you, who whisper words

of long forgotten magic, raise your hands

and sing the flight of summer birds and winds.

And like the buzz of drones and bees your chord.

An orb of light’s your heart that shimmers bright.