Mighty…

She speaks of places,
Dipped in perfumes musky,
And skies of the color red,
Where oceans meet the mountains,
And rivers caress the snow,
Birds sometimes freeze in time,
Flowers bloom each second,
She dreams of lands,
Covered with mist,
Where boats sail on the land,
And messages are carried on the lips,
I meet her there sometimes,
When her storms calm,
When the tsunamis settle,
I hold her hands,
Cold from the incessant rains,
And hold her tight,
Pull her closer,
She sleeps in places like this,
In my arms sometimes,
I hold her head,
And move my fingers through her hair,
Sing her a song,
She sleeps peacefully,
For she already has the strength,
And I,
A mortal being,
Powerless in-front of her,
Lie down next to her,
She sleeps peacefully,
And I just see her…….