When the moon is full
she opens her vein of wisdom
for him to drink from.


She is the guardian of lost souls
the weaver of fate.


There are no paintings
no icons
of her divine face
because a shadow has
no dimension.


She is the hidden
force of knowledge
dancing in the shadow
of her husbands glory
caressing him like a baby
when he has lost control
of his urges.


She is the goddess
of the goddesses
keeper of secrets
puller of strings.