Spirit Dance Poem by Elizabeth Lindberg

Harkened to a spirit call,
I gently lift the veil, you hide,
behind heart rending honesty,
without too much of pride,
and from my soul, love I to give,
a strike of match to light your fire,
your troubled storm of thoughts that flee,
on wings that wound desire,
returning through the storm to seek,
allowing trust, the fear to end,
the flame burns hotter with desire,
when cautions to the wind,
is what you want, so different?
what desires rule your heart?
let's spirit dance for destiny,
be loved for who we are!
it's your decision, what to give,
what to share, how high the flame,
are you truly shocked to find,
you're given much the same?