SHE
A torchbearer, he scoured the times,
looking for the traces she left behind.
The druidess, her paths were occult, her language strange,
her words were hid in myths.
Centuries passed; there is something which breathes.
Over time she was seen by many in their deepest dreams
as the druidess watching and guiding the steps
of those who searched over time,
The torchbearer pronounced her life in the changing scenes,
the times of test and trials of mankind.
Her image, misty, vague took on a shape and contours strong, until it became a vision.
Her eyes, watchful, the gold on her body,
a luminous ray in the dark.
She left a trail in history of all that mankind sought
but could never define.
