Beneath The Weigh Of Heaven

She wears the moon like a crown, The sun dances on her feet, Stars twinkle on her wrists, Fire flickers upon her tongue, Love ignites in her gaze, Yet she burrows deep, In a shadowed nook beneath the earth, And utters softly, "I'm not enough for the skies. The pigeons frown as I pass. I'm not enough for the trees. The forests whisper when I'm about." But in silence, she blooms beneath, Her roots entwined with forgotten dreams.