GODDESS
Goddess is so high, she can't hurt a fly
Goddess is so high, she's above the sky
Goddess is so high, she'll never die.
The clouds drift effortlessly through the sky
The golden sun, kisses the clouds gently goodby
Oh Goddess, on a golden beach you lay somewhere
The sea forming waves, like your hair.
And when you walk, the flowers sing and talk
And when you talk, the trees listen in
And when you sing, the birds join in.
And in your eyes are beautiful streams
And in the streams, I see your sorrows,
Desires and dreams.
And women will strive to reach your heights
And men will die, because you're beyond
their reach.
And to all and sunder, of you Goddess
I the poet will teach.
Patrick G King
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