A woman aflame who sparks another, has yet to find her flame and holds, the key to all of life asunder, the transparency of her behold.
Alas, she thrives in silence, transgressions bearing a glimpse inside her soul
The dark encompass of the shallows having another story told
Where does she travel in the morn, sitting on her highest throne
Looking down on natures beauty, stillness of the water cold
Oh by her heart still beating yet, wandering to find a calm
The hurricane of lovers leap and bound beyond this realm
What has she another story? Maybe so or just this little time to dwell
Upon the mountains she sits and waits for her love to wander ,to befell
How wonderous her mirror image is, but not the skin that holds it tight
Her life force, her happy, her treasured gifts are seen only here, amongst the shadows of darks night