To the green eyed goddess I must admit that I have never written about my muse before, so this may sound strange. You see she is a green eyed goddess. Her hair is spun heaven’s gold and she moves with the grace of falling leaves. When she dances the stars shine brighter and my world becomes peaceful.
But what makes her a goddess is internal. The fire inside is a warm light that says all are welcome. Even when she is fighting the demons inside; she always has a smile for me.
Words are under her spell. She takes those twenty six and creates like paint on a canvas. A master chef who makes a feast for all to enjoy. A pure soul who takes everything life gives her and makes it beautiful.
That is why I write to the green eyed goddess. Praying that for a moment, I can use words to summon the sun into her darkness. That I can make her smile one more time, and know that the world is still at peace. Her hands were made to create, so I will use mine to protect. So know you know about my muse.
Continuing the poems about women in my life. No this is not the girl blessed by the sun.