Transcendental Woman

A woman in nature
An audacity swaddled in charm
There is such knowing sitting on her lip
The guise is perfect
She is masked in her sameness
There is a part of me that
Is simply lost in the smoke and mirrors

I don't know what it is
When I encounter a women like this
Time was I could wear my caviler
And my armour would protect
Now there is no prevention
The serpent merely leaves with the egg
And I am lucky to have survived

I want her too much
I am afraid of my desire
I try to charm her with my flute
There is fear in my heart
I want to live
The thunder rumbles a long time after the light
Yet she brings the long good-bye