Goddess

My raven haired goddess
whose extensions of cherry
grow through a forest of
hazel where she
is a warrior with the brightest of spirits
a lass with the strength and the might
of a tree
she is totally beautiful
whatever countenance
she may display
makes no difference to me

whether smiling or thoughtful
she’s ever so graceful
mightily knowledgeable
and thus to be
anywhere near her
is marvellously rewarding
for the depth of her aura
just envelopes me

and under that power
I can fly like an eagle
I can walk without fretting
and seemingly feel
I can share a vast storehouse
of brainwaves and caring
and feel the power of her mind
which is real

with the zeal of a stag
she can leap to the heavens
with the strength of an Elk
she is part of the breeze
just to be beside her
her warriors spirit
comes into my being
with consummate ease

her eyes are like pools
direct to her soul
a great depth within
I can take on that role
of journeying forward
feeling that healing
it is extraordinary
and so revealing

her hands have been worked
but her softness is there
I just love to hold her
for I am aware
of that skin of its subtlety
and of its power
just the touch of her fingers
and I’m in the now

I sit here and think of her
words come and go
but her marvellous aura
inside me does grow
I can feel every thought
every sigh every breath
I’m aware of my age
I’m aware of my death

I’m aware of the shadows
when I am alone
I’m aware of the moon
and the light that is thrown
onto my window and into my heart
and through every cell
and want that to start

but I realise night holds
little for me
but the closing of eyes
and the turn of the key
thoughts I have thoughts
dreams, I have them too
but the music of moon beams
is out in the blue

my raven haired goddess
when I go to my grave
let me see your eyes last
for they surely will save
me for eternity, where I am cast
alone and in pain
with my sight failing fast