THE GODDESSES<\/p>\n
Goddesses who walk the old forgotten places
\nArrive from far off lands,
\nRevive those places where
\nThey weaved the threads of history
\nAlways linked, one to another
\nThey dream of the light
\nIn the shade of the old walnut groves,
\nUnder the watchful gaze
\nOf their hidden angel.<\/p>\n
Every countenance returns the gaze
\nThey whisper to each other in the background.<\/p>\n
The light footsteps
\nThe ephemeral flights
\nThe quiet voices
\nThe silent screams
\nThe echo of their music
\nThey hide their emotions
\nBehind the light smile
\nOf those who know, that their goddess lies
\nin the depths of the shadows<\/p>\n
Lost in time,
\nWith the memory and the dream
\nOf experiences lived
\nThey find their way in the sleepy rift
\nSearching until they find their way out
\nInto the faint light
\nOf a glowing morning.<\/p>\n
The sun is born, the moon is born,
\nTime does not stop,
\nWater runs, rivers, seas, oceans,
\nDown through the years
\nCoursing without end
\nLike my blood running through my veins
\nCarrying the story of the goddesses
\nIn the memories of the many lives
\nI have lived.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
THE GODDESSES Goddesses who walk the old forgotten places Arrive from far off lands, Revive those places where They weaved the threads of history Always linked, one to another They dream of the light In the shade of the old walnut groves, Under the watchful gaze Of their hidden angel. …<\/p>\n