Kevin Michael Bloor

Goddess

She’s a far-off, fresh spring morning

I once woke to long ago

She’s the fiery day-star dawning

Gifted with a golden glow

 

She’s a soft, sublime sonata

Played upon an angel’s lyre

Full of love like faithful martyr

Facing flames with deep desire

 

She is like the soaring swallows

On the summer’s gentle breeze

With her slender feet she hallows

Earth, where mortals bow their knees