silver-tear

The sun. It rose in the east, As dark as always, Pouring a gray light on me. The sun. It set in the west. It left me here As the world is fading to black. The sun. She rose in the west again, Brighter than ever, As she gives colours to the land. The sun. She still floats there, Brighter than yesterday, Attracting me like a magnet.

When I'm with you I am a goddess My devoted follower worshiping me. I am risen above the world Close to unreachable, but not quite. Offerings are handed up- Your gifts are beyond tangible, Each word of praise a gem in the crown You have placed atop my head. But each goddess needs a counterpart So I create for you a crown of your own Weighted with precious jewels- My declarations of love, The only gift I have to give.