A Being Beyond Compare

She rises each day

From the foamy sway of fanciful dreams,

To fill the moments ahead

With the colours she has picked.

She flies across the vacant skies,

Lifting  stars from here and there

To light up the dreary spaces

That dot the world around.

One wonders

What the gods may have thought,

When they carved her very being.

Was she to be a little more

Than the man who walks beside ?

Perhaps –

For new life breathes through her,

Like the sunlight that squeezes through

The broken night.

Or  perhaps not –

For she does not don the cape he does.

She doesn’t rule the world

The way he does.

And yet she reigns

In ways unknown,

Tossing away the shards that cut our feet.

She hums a tune of hope

When despair seers through the heart.

She is a  woman, supreme and whole :

A being beyond compare.