Angelic form descends to the water's edge.
Slowly the porcelain skin is enveloped by the cool dark,
until only golden locks rest on the surface with head tilted to heaven.
She glides through the emerald's embrace, perfect form rise and fall
rise and fall in the tide.
and all creation holds it's breath to watch her bathe.
Winds grow still, and the great star slows to grace her lovely visage .
She is the object of attention, the mother, the vision of woman made mortal
Venus, Helen, Cleopatra, Marilyn, she has so many names and none of them are worthy her.