issue 02

Issue 02 · poem 8

Crowned by Light

The stars tug in my hair when I think of you

You have made a goddess of me

Each day you place a crown upon my head

and call me back to glory

In your arms I stop my turning

and settle into peace

You reign over my heart

you are my strength

You tell me nothing is my fault

and in your embrace I soften

I begin to understand my purpose

to bring your light into the world

Wherever you go, you spill light

Your footprints become my guide

I must have pleased the gods once

they entrusted me with you