Walks along a silver shore
Arrows drawn to the moon.                             Stepping lightly.    
Agile hunter.        
Drifting slightly
In her graceful room
Wanders through the wilderness            
Her eyes sharp and feline
The twisted curls of ebony
Entangled with the vines.
Her body's temple
Tan and pure
Is tatooed with myth and time
When her dirt stained face turns to the sun
It kisses her lips, divine