Almost grasp the miracle
Feel it in the hand
Reach out to touch the mythical
Before it turns to sand
Flows away like water
There’s something there but not
The intangible being’s daughter
Not wanting to be caught
Forever indiscernible
To such rudimentary sight
Bordering on perceptible
In the dark and starry night
Gloriously mystical
More beautiful than the physical
Not so scientifical
Pulsing so rhythmical
She is irresistible
She buried Ozymandias
In the sands of time
She’ll bury all dystopias
Created by humankind
She is the greater wisdom
Human souls have not earned
Unwelcome in her queendom
Bitter lessons to be learned
