Upon Her Throne
Once Upon her throne
she has no clone
no broken bone
no need to cast a stone
her being is marinated in
higher vibrations
whether she's in
a crowd or alone
Her mind is the most beautiful
Sparkle that the universe has ever sown
Her soul has outgrown
The lies that always won
Her every form is a phenomenon
Whose full moon can only be seen
By the galaxy alone
A sacred beam borne
That Love falls into with heart sworn
To the finite fragrances
that Infinity has worn
That left Time's turns torn
And Space's lips stuck to the rams horn
In deep awe of the shapes
That her shadow has shown
Her thoughts are ripened
by reflections of a realm
that felt surreal
The incantations that her inward
Could not conceal
Triumphant treasures that the trail of tribulations timely reveal
As she drowned
in the desire to self heal
She began to treasure her soul appeal
The pain began to peal
Off her being to reveal
Her zest and her zeal
Unveiled visions of the Real
Once Upon her throne
she has no clone
no broken bone
no need to cast a stone
Mankind has been
blinded by her kindness
The glorious gifts she gives
So we exchange them for
Scraps and scars
Torment and torture
Let us forge for her a fortress
Populated by a colourful chorus
That sings of the sacredness of her wholness
A palace for the paradise that she is
Made from golden gratitude
To her stream of self sacrifices
And marble of marvel
Of her ever evolving role
That nurtures every rhythm of our race
For though we celebrate her emerald being in a day or a verse
The cosmos chants her praises over light years
