Elle

She is, The reddish moon at the sun set; Far, behind the horizon, Warm and tender, With a heavy sleeping eyes and The awakenings glance. She is, The soft timid poem The drunken beauty Of the fog, The caring sparking fire Calming down the notorious beast. She is, The thunder, The miracle rain, and The green land merging From ice fissures. She is, The profound seas, The soft water ocean, and The promising desert, She is, The language, The zillions future names, and The universe thousand secretes She is, The woman I adore, I worship, And I protect, She is my temple and my shelter.