The Dance

The Dance

On the pinnacle of the love mountain
Where the apex touches the wandering 
cloud and the north star twinkles in 
Here the spectacular beam of the sun 
creates a stage
A stage for the King and I
As our eyes meet to dance harmoniously

Dorn in white with our hands locked 
His brass limbs move perfectly to the 
melodies of a song yet unheard
The rainbow of his glory came alive 
moving circularly on his head
His eyes of fire was like red ruby stones 
melted in the liquid of love at the 
fountain of life
While we are covered in the cocoon of 
his lightening 
It's a thunder of fire gleaming 

The spectators of Malaks wearing their 
reflecting white apparels
Like lusters of white diamonds made alive
Their faces drowned in joy as they watch
The worship of the Master is actively in motion 

My lungs expanded taking in the air of 
his presence
His presence was loud like the trumpet 
of an elephant, yet quiet like the 
warbling of hummingbirds
So serene, so peaceful, so joyful
Dance with me prince of peace 

He held my back, and tilted me backward 
to a rapturous screech of the golden 
eagles overhead
Oh what a beautiful waterfall at the side 
of the mountain with colourful reflections 
As the end culminated in giggling session 
on the green grasses on the mountain

It's a dance I've imagined with you my lover
It's a dance I want to have with you
Where nothing else matters any longer
Just you and I