Gaia
She was dressed in spring
But my God-
She danced in moonlight.
She kissed like autumn
And if you could have seen.
When she laughed it sounded like a memory
And when she loved it was like life.
Sometimes I see her watching the sky;
Restless eyes searching the blue,
You should have seen.
And when she leaves
Well, she takes every sensibility with her.
But, my God-
She never cried in winter.
In her face is summer,
Glorious warm nights and dark candle lights
My God-
