In the temple of Vesta

In the temple of Vesta (Iambic free-form)

What am I but a dancer in the dark?
I live for mortals in the light of day
When hopeless prayers mingle with my soul
Asking it an impossible question
Of love’s labors and of the will to pray
Looking to answer fate’s eternal song
About that constant child of chance
My miracle is to heal the lovers' fears
To give hope to every human heart
When my own is forever denied the human tears.

Why won't a lover come to me?
Why would he fear a heart
Forever betrothed to an altar of fire?
I want to see beyond the columns of this temple
I need to feel my ambitions
my ignorance, my sins and my desire
I need to hear the footsteps of the great city
and no longer to hear the footsteps of a lustful god,
or my own
Come, lover, whisper in my ears
The secrets that come to life at dawn

but I see the moonlight gently feeling its way
My night belongs to this moon
Flowing through the columns of Vesta’s temple
The moon is kind to show that my hair
Still flows like the golden harvest of May
Reminding me that only twenty are my years

Tonight, there is no place for chance
This moon was kind to offer me a dance