You see,
she does not live
on your planet.
Or exist
in your world.
she
is the black
on a butterfly’s wings.
The tickle
on your neck.
she cannot die
she does not live.
She
is everything
and nothing
The last
raindrop
in the
storm.
The impulse
behind your eyes
that says
yes.
She is love
and lust
and passion.
She cannot be
contained.
Her kiss
is life
and death
a beautiful
deadly
poison.
She
is the siren
when she calls
you will
answer
and it will mean the end.

She is the sunshine
Between the mountains

She is the calm
Before the storm

She is the cloud
On a rainy day

She is the dream
in your reality

She is
who she is

and not
everyone understands
that

Oh what a goddess she was.
Feeling one with nature deeply.
Howling like a wolf to the moon at night.
Creating  flower crowns in the early morning dew.
Sending a message to everyone she passed.
Making sure that everybody knew.