The glory of the moment took the blame
the fairy tale tucked-in hidden resistances
the spectrum borders found no limit
splashed colors asked me to form them
dizzy over the writing the pen delivered
on her raised forehead creeks of flowing thoughts
shadows of rain and memories in her look
desperately seeking the words to come
the ebony waterfall bathed by noon
her curved angles need and lust
I thanked the sun, I shook his hand
for warming Acropolis me and her
I approached, I asked if she believed in God
whom she can’t see but feel
who tames the uneasy heart with a blow
whom only the glory of the moment reveals
only if she lent me her eyes I could
go back where I was siting before
herself to see she’s a Goddess and a Muse
that I saw her for real and daydreamed too.
