Life glitters before her like gold, true,
While around these messy patterns and
haphazard days is a chrysalis of silken
Promises, cocooning her, keeping her;
It is creation’s lullaby and awakening.
His voice is in the wind, the daring noon
Sky, and the resting twilight; He whispers
secrets into the pathways of her inner
heart—for she won’t be so easily wooed by
lesser lovers; there is a jealous fire inside.
Watch, can you see the Lover’s Gaze stirring
Inside, creating a new prototype of ones
Forged in might, fire and blood; can you see
how she inspires the night like the Northern
Lights igniting our breath with things divine.