Sacred Woman

She was ancient like the stars above her golden crown. In her eyes all was known Past        Present                     Future. In her womb the secrets of the world Birthed All creation.   © Nicoletta   If this poem had a voice, this is…

Moon Goddess

Her hips moved like crashing waves on a shore. Her rhythm an endless sensual flow. I felt her beat like an ever evolving starlight. I followed it with my heart, asking it to become a part of me. Wisdom shone on her face, cosmic years of grace. How delicate her glow, a motion of ecstasy…