The one that caries all that is deep and warm within me
She flows like a golden river from limb to limb
Always searching for a way out of my body to be heard
But only seldom finds an exit from my exoskeleton
Leaking out from my fingertips
Or the corner of my lips
Like another soul speaking wisdom to my kin
As well as to my own ears
So that I may cary on another day
So that I can feel her warmth keeping my heart beating