GODDESS

She walks with grace and beauty upon her mothers land.
Her air is that of dignity,her passion fire born.
Her voice is like the ocean waves lapping at the shore.

But do not let her fool you,
for not all is as it seems.

Her mother is the goddess,the one of all your dreams.
She is the creator, the one who made this place.
The one who gave you all you see before you.

Her lips are like the petals of the most beautiful
red rose,kissed by the morning dew.
Her face is like that of a porcelain doll,
crafted by the finest hands in all the land.
Her eyes are the crispest brown in an array
of autumn colors.
About her head floats the most beautiful silk of midnight,
that shimmer as if dusted by the silver of the moon lit sky.

But do not let her fool you,
for all is not as it seems.

Tears flow from her eyes like rivers to the west.
As the east wind carries her low calling song.
North is where you shall find her mark upon this earthly realm.
Then to the south, to the passion that is this beautiful maiden,
and the goddess that is within.