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I see a 'Mystic Dancer'

That lures me all dreamy-eyed,

With the movement and sway

She carries with her that ambrosial wine

which one cannot resist.

While she gyrates

Her hazel-eyed crystal shimmers

With that innocuous charm,

And that infectious smile.

I speculated while I pleaded with her

To refill my cup

She laughed like that of

a wind chime and it filled

the hollow space of my mind and soul

The wine was intoxicating and immersed

with love

Animatedly, I asked the dream maker

if I knew her

He responded 'in the land of Norse,

where the one who wears the glowing,

flaming necklace lives

and who possesses a cloak Of falcon feathers

she is the one whose glamor enamors

the folks she`s loved and revered

She is Freya'