I met her when I was just a child
Although she was younger, she was far older
She birthed me from her water wild
No hand of man could hold her
Dressed in rags she shivered from cold
Her purse an empty sack
From it fell words of gold
With a smile she would not take back
Poured her visions into me
With river of her blood, washed me white
Took scales from my eyes so I could see
Suckled me through my fight
She traded my noose for a kiss’ shower
Cleansed my wound with beams of sun
Reaching out from her wooden tower
Lifting me beyond where dreams had begun