Goddesscall

The wind blows softly across the wood,
Her voice whispers softly to say that I should
Come to Her clearing tonight to join Her array.

I gather my things and I now steal away.
My people are camped in their wagons nearby.
So close they could surely hear my heart sigh.

But now I am free to be with Her in time,
And to give her my praise with a song and a rhyme.
Her face is most beautious, Her form sheer perfection.

I strive to compare but find hollow reflection.

But these nightly excursions soon alter my story,
I find myself blending with Her warmth and Her glory.

She enters my body to sing, dance and play,
And maybe sweet morrow She with Me will stay.

Author
Cerridwynn