The Goddess speaks to me
My feelings cannot be bought
Or given up of thee
A little more than plain
The intricante workings swell
A brush of the insane
Is where our hopes do dwell
A little past the age
Does not make a difference much
Just another page
And regarded as such
Incessant babbles float
Without a rhyme or reason
On the Goddess do I dote
During every season
Sometimes in my wonder
The answer I do find
My heart floats assunder
As it drags down my mind.
So the Goddess I do thank
As my tired mind finds retreat
This dreaming will finally bank
And rest my tired feet.
