Dance is the destiny
of the planet Clemencia;
she is eternity descending
from the throne of god.

Her body in brilliant
pools of color
encircling her globe.
She becomes the cosmos,
the soul's black cathedral
like a mirror, her face
reflecting back at you.

Clemencia, daughter of heaven,
dance for us!
for we are a weary people.

They arrive and her heart
yields abundantly
from the ground.