Ancient Goddesses! From My New Book The Canvas Of My Soul: The Hues Of My Palette Poem by Anahit Arustamyan

Are you real, ancient goddesses?
You didn't leave your footsteps in the ashes.
Your smiles of innocence shine in the myths.
I leave my window open to let the moon in.
The moon may have taken your smiles of innocence.
The ancient philosophers knocked down the ceilings to see your faces.
They never did.
You were neither above the old fortresses nor the mountains.
Where are you, ancient goddesses?
The stars might be your eyes with the smiles of innocence.
So many queens gave their beauty to the ashes.
They left their windows open but the moon didn't come in.