Faceless Goddess: Jim Atwell
Faceless Goddess of the night that lives behind the veil
What coy reserve you have, will Love of life and living ever prevail.
I know what you look like, I know how you feel.
For I live in your mirror and see you every day.
Detach yourself from this obsession with formlessness
Why must I live apart from you?
I am your heart and you are my soul.
I am you, formlessness attracted to form.
Your reflection is alive and I want to play.
Can the sun ever catch its shadow?
Or shall the shadow always watch the reflection of the sun?