Be the mysterious traveler
Passing by the isolated town.
Someone who elicits short wonder
No more than a passing thought.
Be the flashing lightning
Quick to paint her life
Only there for a second
Presence already unknown.
Be the receding tidal wave
Forget the warm of the shore.
The smile that made you gather
Those eyes that made you hope
Be her childhood fears
Natural or instilled by leather.
Be her monsters,
The unknown creatures in the dark
I was not meant to hear her song
Was not meant to see the goddess that she is.
Was only meant to pass by, not linger in the dark.
She must not come near the unknown.
(about the author)
She is heaven and I made people want to be in heaven.