A poem written by Michael J. Rietscha

My Goddess

I have met my goddess, this I knew when I got my first glimpse of her. I saw her coming down the stairs through the top window of her door.

My heart raced, my veins went cold. When she walked she seemed to glide. When she spoke it was as if an angel was singing.

Her eyes sparkled like the brightest star. Inside of me I felt the rays of the sun, my mouth was as dry as the desert.

Oh how I wanted to talk to her, but I couldn't. So, we walked and without speaking I knew had a special connection.

The planets seemed to stop moving and the moon appeared to be laughing.

I knew that had met my goddess that night.