The femininity of the goddess of self chirps

granting her magic to the seasons

overpowering my heart 

shaking my pulse.

The spirit of the angel 

flows through my veins

nectar drenched in light

drawing my silhouette on the snow 

brushing sorrow away from my soul.

She fornacate with mirrors

passionate as flames

yearning for her celestial self

cradling in her palms the blossoms of the cosmos.

The lights embrace her in the thunder's throats

and in the veils of mystery

I sat with her in a luminous realm

her couch a galaxy of love

her scepter the whisper of stars.

And I, the warden of darkness

drowned in her pores

awake in a luminous age.

A magical pulse flowed through the depths of valleys

as my soul touched the waterfalls of love