The White Lady

She called out to me in my dreams,
I could hear her speak my name,
her serene gaze and calm voice,
heightened my desires to meet her.

 

She almost stretched her arms,
in that very moment I knew,
that’s the place I yearned to be in,
that was what I was longing for all these years.

 

I commenced my journey,
I ran as fast as my feet could carry me,
and as I she rose in front of me,
I stopped in my tracks, awestruck!

 

Beauty is but a word,
and to call her beautiful was injustice.
She was a goddess,
archangelic and divine.

 

A woman of immense strength and power,
who held tempests tight in her bosom,
without flinching at the sting,
without cringing with the pain.

She gave me immense love,
tranquillity and tenderness,
wrapped me in her white gown,
and put me to rest!