His Jute Box Dancer Poem by ArmourQuill Hunter

Creative words, abounding, dance in my head
Quill’s a ready writer, so sovereignly lead
No music box dancer can turn me around
So free from all puppet-strings, complete in this town

The cuts of this Diamond reflects the Holy King
Multi-faceted, this Blue-Nile signet gold ring
Great beauty is balanced by Wisdom’s own poise
Eternally destined to dispel from the noise

This Jewel, God’s dancer, brings light as she sings
A lively ‘dancing Cross’ filled with magical things
Majestic, Armour is brilliant and bright
A final gaze upon her, she will dance through the night

Some wind a-doll-up-tight, nostalgically born
You've been there before, alas, heal from what’s torn
So dream of the future, and let go of the past
Life, here, is a stage; live it whirling at last

My soul’s filled with fire, the room with praises
I laugh, and I sing at night, for all that God raises
Bring joy to the watcher, peace to the frayed
His music heart-dancers are never to stray

So sing to me, King, of your masterful will
No other love so worthy with power to thrill
Heaven’s window open, great bounty abounds
Effervescently she elevates ‘His ruling’ sound

Such a brief moment for excellence sought
Her dancing can show what her music may not
Though real life seems plastic, nature’s unfair
Answers to questions, how can we share

All knowledge and insight hidden in tombs
We’re all reflectory dancers alone in our rooms
On comfort-zone, shelves, we sit to reside
We must allow God’s music to get right inside

Every heart dancer given wings from His Light
The winter Rose still blossoms in the dead of the night
How long before the kiss entwines love in spring?
My life will now be witness, and gladness shall ring