Like in a ballet of Bolshoi
She dances round and round
Lost in a galaxy of glittering stars
Like a shaman by a feverish fire
She goes round and round
The sun for her warmth and glow
Like a smitten little puppy
The moon goes round and round
Her for love and in utter devotion
But in the midst of it all
Like a whirling dervish
She spins round and round
In a dance of venerating trance
To the Grand Choreographer;
Never seen, but always conducting
In response to Born's challenge... but not exactly :) I'm afraid I can only go where my inspiration takes me.