She stands before the archaic
Guarding the threshold
With whispered secrets
Melancholy child lost in thought
She tends the wild gardens
Of roses, cypress, and oak
Azure crystal embraces her
Earthly feet
Behind her verdant rich hills
Recede into the magic mix
Of ocean sky
Ancient symbols engraved yet alive
Adorn a crescent canopy above her
Shadowed head
Distant storm clouds charge the air
With electric promises
Designs of power and desire
Tattoo her naked body
Someday angel
We’ll fly