For A Celestial Daughter - From Alex R.

The wind once showed me,

A miracle I had barely seen,

A being of mirth and laughter,

A joyous woman, a celestial daughter.

So bright her eyes,

That the beasts, cloaked in night,

Shed their dusguise,

And emerged to greet this new sun.

Yet so strange it seemed,

Surely being, more than human,

This, I must believe,

For the sun still lay in sleep.

What deity must this be,

I could not conceive,

For she could reach into the heavens,

And the stars, with her hand retrieve.

What goddess could stand before me,

That with but a look and a wave of hand,

Cause ripples in the sky,

Like an oar in the sea?

Oh, then I stood awed,

When she took upon the night sky,

Pulled like a fisherman's trawl,

And placed it on her shoulders, in a manner of shawl.

Echoed then a laugh,

But never a word,

Yet the sentiment, so strong and pure,

Was clearly heard.

And then she told me,

That this goddess, this jewel,

Was not celestial, simply human.

Could it be?

Surely I must be in the embrace of death,

Surely my sight could not be well,

For such a stark contrast to her surroundings,

I must be looking upon heaven, from the depths of hell.

Yet,

Even if this would be true.

That damnation I would not fear,

After a single glimpse of you...

A celestial daughter.