And I can't even be angry at my
Goddess swathed in glimmering white;
The beauty with the crystal earrings and diamond eyes.
Like a treasured lover that has angered you
She smiles her condolences,
Tilting her head to let the light catch her crown,
Tossing shimmering bits of colour at me like kisses.
It is no more her misdeed than one could fault
The erupting volcano;
The wrath of the sea crashing along.
I cry, beg her return the puzzle piece she took
The lady of the dancing jewel-encrusted spider branches
Cannot understand me any further than I comprehend
The snowflakes she sends to impart her flowery promises.
She smiles, using the hand she would stroke my hair with
To brush away the clouds that I might gaze on her brilliant sisters.
My adoring goddess does not comprehend anger
Waiting out my storm
Her glitter waits patiently,
Sensible enough to shine even when no one is looking.
When I can find fault in her no longer
The words are torn from my throat