Ode to Goddess

Never looked at a painting that could show me what you would look like 

Never heard a song that could show me what you sound like 

Never drank a drink that could let me taste what you taste like 

Never could think of a word that could let me tell someone else who you are 

And yet, there you are 

Like an etching with every line you have lived 

Like a song sung with notes as pure as crystal 

Like a sip of mead as sweet as nectar 

Like a book that tells our story without beginning or end 

For in the mirror of life I see you 

My eyes are your sight 

My ears are your hearing 

My tongue is your taste 

My throat is your sound 

If I had known that you 

Had seen me when I searched 

Heard me when I cried 

Feed me when I was hungry 

Understood me when I could not express myself 

Everything was inevitably perfect and 

If I could have seen you in everything I saw 

If I could have listened to you in everything I heard 

If I could have tasted you in everything I ate 

And told our story of how you were never without me and I was never alone

Stefan Trip-Siwes 

(Image of painting of The Lady of Avalon by Jon Minshull)

(www.heartofthetribegallery.com)