Who is she, and where did she come from? in perfect harmony, she salutes me. In perfect symmetry, she stands still. Her clear, welcoming eyes, I stare through, hoping to catch a glimpse of something special. But there is nothing. Nothing moves, nothing flutters. Aside from the twinkle of her inner light, there is nothing; just silence, just darkness. Wait! I see now. A watchman. Lurking, waiting, gazing. On this sweet body, sea breezed and sun kissed. Who would dare to disrupt the peace of this beautiful, quaint, statuesque art of she? Classical! As if composed by Mozart himself. But, then I forget, and then, I remember. Such beauty cannot go on without a watchman. Evils are of the world, and its quest is to conquer all things that are good. If she is not protected, the distorted will make this beauty void. Perhaps this is why such beauty is so aloof; so cold on this summer's night. behold, such beauty glows! As if an angel's white light were upon us. But, now, in the darkness, she stands alone. Guarded by the watchmen. Something special, I see, indeed. An angel who forgot that she could fly.
Hers is a great castle. It is the fortress that has been built upon the foundation by which there is no condemnation. the place that she owns is the sacred realm where dreams live as truth. In the divine garden, there are silent waters that run deeply throughout the earth, and the flow is far and wide, breathing baby's breaths of a timeless nature.
She Dances, like a miracles set forth by the Gods and All authority in the heavens. Like a bird, through the clouds, weightlessly, she leaps through the nothingness as if it were everything. She Dances, in all of the mystical mysteries that creates splendour and wonder and armour. In the glowing of the full moon, she lights up the darkest night. She become the angel of beauty and brightness and brings as blessings this offering to all who lay their eyes to rest, as She Dances. She Dances Incomparably. Amazement and bewilderment she brings to all whom know this, who have seen this. Invincibility is the aura of her movement, motioning like no other could dare to imagine. She becomes all that is everything, forever, when She Dances.
How beautiful art thou, that I couldn't even see, for I was blinded by the light of such great beauty. Whence once my eyes opened in blurring sight, I was deranged of darkness, I was blinded in your light. Hero of the night. Saviour of the souls. Pharaoh of the right, ways to heavens odes. Sanctified in you, that you should order wills. the whole world shall observe, that faithless order kills. Life of light and love, and once more herding flock, declarations of one love, one might, one power one rock.
Hers is the timeless empire, and she reigns over the estate of the limitless bounds of the abyss. Within her she holds the secrets once thought to be lost, and she remembers to find the answers to the mysteries of heaven and earth. She holds the key to the past, present, and future. She is the pure vessel that carries the living water within her virtuous chastity.
The beauty of her tranquil face is a perfection that is astounding and perfectly so, she is the adored detail of enamored radiance and statuesque silhouette.She sits proudly upon her throne in the heavens, adorning the earth in glowing majesty as her regal aura tells the story of triumph, in the illumination of her fullness, she is victorious over the darkness. Absorption of the sun becomes her. She is the Queen of the Night.
The golden beauty inspires the earth and is inspired by the sun. The energy of her allure is hypnotic and contagious among the stars. She is the Star of the Sea, governing the darkness by her capsule of light that she conceives as her own, and carries with her in the honored truth and dignity of her heart. Her image is the guardianship of wisdom; the immortal form of nurturing precision, governing the darkness in the way of truth in the light.
I have seen the way she moves. Like an electric rolling thunder through a body of floating clouds. Dynamic, like the conductor of electricity herself. The range of her structured motions seem compelled to tell the story as she is riveted by the energy within her vast range. Fierce and forceful, she moves with great strength to capture the night as through the waves of her motioning light. Flashing, spangling, electric lights declare the darkness prismatic. It rains and pours and floods the floor, yet she is unbounded... she splashes and swims and floats within the flowing water, then transcends to float above and beyond it, climbing the highest ranges of tall emblem statues, with only one purpose within her eyes, to reach the spot. She gazes to the top and reaches out to grab it. She dances, and never looks back. She moves within the ultimate continuum. Oh how she dances in the way she moves.
