My heart is drawn to spirit love, like bell dragons reach for sunshine,
Like the roots of angel trumpets finding rain,
Like a bee pursuing nectar, from the core of orange blossoms,
Like a magnet, I am pulled into its flame;
My heart is drawn to spirit love, like the trade winds whisper corduroy swells,
Like the frigatebird descends to steal its prey,
Like the sunrise sets the sea on fire, and our gaze is trapped within it,
Like a magnet, being drug toward its display;
My heart is drawn to spirit love, like the mountains rise to kiss the clouds,
Like the stars and planets choreograph their dance,
Like lava bursting through the cracks, seeking space to ease its pressure,
Like a magnet, in a mesmerizing trance;
My heart is drawn to spirit love, like a moth to candles burning,
Like a soul to the cosmic consciousness of light,
Like a cherub to the touch of god, caressing truth in boundless measure,
Like a magnet, dragging shadows toward the night;
My heart is drawn to spirit love, like bell dragons reach for sunshine,
Like the roots of angel trumpets finding rain,
Like a bee pursuing nectar, from the core of orange blossoms,
Like a magnet, I am pulled into its flame,
Like a magnet, I am pulled into its flame.
