The Goddess

Her eyes were ablaze,
Durga;
Yet euphoric,
She walked like a storm,
A multitudinous whirlpool
Around her.
The heart was not there;
She was an enigma.
The mind and soul,
An exotica
On display...
But she went missing;
Where can she be?
I can feel her power,
A great distance away...
She controls the path she walks on...
Her heart does not beat.
This clock has turned,
She lives in the past;
Through punishing times,
Present;
Blends into all the yesterdays
All the memories came gushing back
Time after time.
Her eyes were tearing,
They dried before they fell.
She wont allow herself
To forget her past life...
This significant future
She awaits
To live again
Her past and present...
But wondrously happy this time.
Time moves again,
With her we are all augmented
In eudemonia...