Dew-drops on cattails,
And starry floors at night,
Soft breeze and ripples,
Under the moon, so bright.
Tales of imperfection,
A woman in the clouds.
Watching over waters,
Shepherding the crowds.
She is a beauty,
However alone…
Her glory never wavers,
Her light always shone.
Dreams are usurped,
Stories are broken,
Yet she watches all,
None favored with her token.
The day may end,
As man is unsurprising,
Now she watches her reflection
For now, it’s moon rising.