Beloved called upon by sweetest voice -
Pale, crying face she'd never known
Softly whispering her name in those dreams,
Begging not to be left alone.

Determined, driven by a fool's desire -
Perhaps bittersweet empathy?
A young woman's final destination
A strange, dark temple by the sea.

Within its walls many pale figures danced
Offering a spirit's greeting -
As she was lured forth with goddess whispers
T'ward chamber of destined meeting.

At the end: A feathered goddess, asleep.
This encounter long awaited,
The woman reached out to touch that soft face -
Opening dark eyes, elated.

That siren's call had echoed far and wide
Carefully searching for stray sheep.
Enthralled, in love, a young girl wandered near...
Mere vessel the goddess would keep.

Beloved, she sang with a tender voice,
Reaping benefits of seeds sewn
Softly laughing as she left her chambers -
Leaving behind cries, once her own.