by Saya

 

She would raise her head

Her gaze enlightens your path

Her children are dancing on her hair

Her black velvet cloak

covers your skin

with a soft caress

 

So she raises her head

her pale soft face

And her guardians rise

            to welcome her

 

She walks on this earth

so secretly

so slowly

Her children, like rain

            drop on your way

 

While she walks

Her steps are like sand

And wind

            Blowing between her feet

Her heart beats

while her children blink

 

Earth breaths with her

            Her whisper sleeps

When she opens her mouth

She sings

            She sings with dreams

She listens, she hears

 

Mountains and

Endless paths

She knows them, she won’t talk

            Soundless she listens

Trees dance with her song

            They breathe into her

 

And she leaves once again

to her mirror

to be forgotten and remembered cold

She is there

She is me, she is mine

She is there

            Nowhere to be seen