She talks to me like she wants me to listen,
To hear from her all that she wants to say,
Giving her reason to sit and glisten,
Beaming her mantra both night and day:

Here in the heart of the open door,
The soul is the dancer, the music the floor;
Beating the heart of the soul that is free,
Rhythmically moving the ground and the tree.

Deep in her eyes are the truths of the soul,
Given to all, the young and the old;
Wisdom and fortune and banqueting rain,
These are the treasures imbued in her brain.

What else but reason would give me this thrill,
For I am her valley, and she is my hill.

runningturtle87

love the opening line, the closing line, and everything in between :) sweeet!!

Thank you so much dear bastet,,,