Goddess is My Name

I wake and yawn. Stretch to the cold light streaming in.

I ride out to the world and make demands. Not just demands, I make the world.

I cajole and nod. I speak vehemently.

From my perch I see the world. And I move in it.

Sometimes I forget my name, and I stoop to the masses.

Never fulfilling their unnecessary wants and wishes,

I may lay in dirt.

When the sun reaches me again, I’ll remember it.

Goddess is my name.

And with it, I rise. Purifying my soul until it is pink and green. White and blue.

Exactly as it should be, me in charge of my world.