N -ymph of the sea her grace adorn by emerald, pink morganite and
                                                    - carnelian -
G - oddess of love, beauty and trickery
U - nder world shakins and falls its knees upon seeing her into
Y - onder  - wild and blue
E - vil cripples by the lightness of her face, she is phenomenal
N - othing can stand the gape of her elegance.  

                                                -Wit­hin her -
T - antalizing eyes lie  some magic love spell and tricks
H - ow enticing, No wonder she wins every man’s heart -  immortals or
                                                                ­                        mortals especially Win
I - n just a wink of an eye

M - ountains and seas bow their heads
Y - ou'll  fall into her without hope but desperation

D- on’t ever look at her eyes, you'll be
U - under a life time spell and won’t ever wake up but if
Y - ou want to be
E - nchanted by her love
N- obody would stop you except Win.

It’s raining, drizzling
I am walking in the rain.
The heavens are weeping gracefully
Their faces hidden from sight
I dance and prance in the rain
In jovial nonchalance, lost in thought
Wondering, marveling and wringing my mind dry
Why the heavens are beside themselves
In such an out-pour of emotion.

her foot never fully touched the ground,
remaining half afloat in the air--
stuck in the clouded mist of her anxious mind,
she could not grasp the full weight of reality

her dance too tentative to be considered one of grace,
she treaded carefully with each step, although,
she knew this all with a great familiarity--

a constant state of limbo and disarray,
out of touch with sight and mind,
thoughtless rumination
all gather to combine into this displacement

she leaps with hope and faith,
but unable to press her foot along the earth
she glides over the dust and ruin,
seeking to avoid rather than settle-- she survives without living

I looked in the mirror this morning,
And there was a little tiny change,
An older look to my eyes,
My smile was foreign and strange.

My posture was straighter and taller,
My cheeks were thinner and slim.
I'm changing right before my eyes,
And every day I'm at the whim
of Whoever decides what I'll be
When I'm an adult someday.
When make believe no longer appeals to me,
And I've forgotten how to play.

So what I want to say to this elusive Whoever,
what I want to ask of this woman,
Is "Are all these changes the real me?
And is the real me who I am?"