Goddess’ Canvas

Gaia paces back through time

When passion and grace were hers

She revels back in her memory divine

While through ocean breeze, thoughts blur.

Her fingers treace through the horizon

Blessing artists’ azimuth worldwide

The hues shift back and are done

As the golden chariot comes aside.

She gestures towards the white floating bodies

That keep the life cycle spinning,

Touching them producing evermore fantasies

With rosy hues opening the beginning.

So had once begun each sunset

With a goddess’ graces and eye

If only man this way had kept

Her canvas which now will die.

What then was gushes of ocean spray

Or golden bronze rays of glow

Are now smoky gusts of deep gray

And the beauty beneath fails to show.

Gaia’s tears caressed our shoulders

Once as the showers of our purity

Now her pain cascades on, but colder

Icy, fuming drops of obscurity.

Her view once used to be

Mother Nature her dream,

Now if she were here to see

Her smile had shed her last beam.

Sidhe