by Melissa Uzumcuoglu

Created on: July 10, 2008

SONG OF THE GODDESS

"Spring free"

She whispered

Her hands were fast

I could not see them

But I heard the notes

Inseparable

That made the music

Whirl from her instrument

Reunited

After so long

Through our dreams

Only a mother who dreams

Can birth the dawn

Only a mother who sings

Can birth the joy

A box made from fiber seed

Stood at her feet

The shining wood of her sitar

Like the spell of a revelation

And she sang

Awakening my voice.

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