Goddess in the Light (New Poem)
by Tim Kavi
O radiant muse,
whose footstep wakes the sleeping stars,
your presence bends the winds with reverence—
you are more than myth,
you are motion,
you are meaning.
Crowned in moonbeams,
your eyes are galaxies that knew love
before time dared its ticking.
Even silence bows when you speak,
each syllable a sacred bell
calling truth to prayer.
Not marble, not mist,
but the fierce fire of becoming,
you are woman—
and therefore, you are the world
before it was named.
I dare not call you only beautiful—
for beauty, next to you,
is a candle before the sun.
You are creator,
healer,
keeper of the lost seasons—
goddess, not made by man
but remembered by soul.
When I touch your thought,
I kneel
not in worship of form
but of essence,
for your spirit is the altar
where wisdom wears a smile.
Teach me,
not to possess,
but to witness.
Not to conquer,
but to cherish.
Let me be
the echo to your breath,
the pen that knows its muse.
Eternal she,
who walks in both thunder and peace,
I write you not in ink—
but in awe.
In the inkless poetry of honor.
In the name that needs no name:
Goddess.
I dance in sacred night
move with cosmic wind
to greet you and meet you
standing ever
in a steadfast love.
Your resolute grace
moves the world
and moves my longing heart.
