Cxxiii Poem by Mary Ali

She was dressed in white.

Her naked feet
Were barely touching the ground
Caressing the grass
Cool as the morning dew
Refreshing.

Her delicate hands
Were gyring in graceful arcs.
Like pine trees she swayed
Winds danced with her hair;
A sacred fire.

Her eyes were a sea of longing.
Longing for life,
Longing for love,
Longing for a miracle.

She was a vision
Sweet and pure
The goddess of nature
The goddess of danger
The sweet dream of light.

She was praying;
Dancing
Her dress cascading
In rainbow waterfalls
Emanating happiness;
Hope.

She was dressed in white.