The soul of the average woman

A free spirit dances
Her legs kicking,
She leaps and prances
Rain drops falls from her orange lashes

They brush her cheeks
In near translucent feathers
a song meant not for the meek
Belted with obvious pleasure

Copper curls fall in
locks around her face
She surrenders
to a snake's embrace

Feet barely touching earth
Swirling and twirling
The air guides her turns

Lightened sighs as she Tumbles,
grass inside her skirt
She hears a distant stormy rumble
With fate and destiny she flirts


But by her own will she floats
Preferring nothing
From city lights to the most remote
Into the ground and still plunging

A mountain towers
As she radiates warm rays
Feet kissed and blessed by flowers
This is how she always prays

Here is where mystic dreams lie
Her greatest performance
Watched only by a Goddess' eye

Reviews

[Bluefire]

"Copper curls fall in
locks around her face
She surrenders
to a snake's embrace "
Such a beautiful piece, I love the imagery. It's like nothing I've ever seen before.
Well done!

[HeazerH]

Thank you. It is one of the longer things I've written.

[Bluefire]

No problem. ^^

[Sami Khalil]

Mystically written radiating with joy...:)....................

[HeazerH]

Lots of joy :)

[Sami Khalil]

:)..............................

[Chris]

This one brought me along a rare path... and left me thinking.

[HeazerH]

Thank you for reading. Glad you liked it.

[Chris]

You took a unique direction... and carried it through - not everyone could.

[HeazerH]

Thank you. I just let the writing carry me in a way.

[Chris]

I look to the next...

[HeazerH]

Thanks. Ill send you a read request.

[Chris]

I turned off RR's...just send a note...

[HeazerH]

Oh okies. Thanks for the heDs up and will do.