from distant shores the truth goes bold
upon the ancient winds
revealing itself in strangest truths
to open, seeing minds
the truest vision of the world
ripples across fiery view
the bluest feeling unfurled
when i realise what is true
i am a ***** woman
powerful and wise
but my lustiness has been my downfall
i have to surmise
the inward condition of my soul
revealed itself to me
its poverty the mind appals
it really really scares me
but i think i might survive
but then again i might not
but at least i've seen all as it is
from my turbulent, troubled cot
i wish i could be married
to one who indulges the feminine divine
but maybe that beautiful destiny
is not to be mine