The Diva

From behind her lily-white veil,

Lined with silver sequins,

Today the pretty moon,

Plays hide and seek with me;

Out she peeps, at first shy,

Then flashes at me, a bewitching smile,

I ask her, if my friend she’ll be,

She nods, and disappears behind the veil;

I’m so in awe, O Diva! I say,

Of your beauty, ageless,

Your grace, so alluring, and your fame,

O Muse of love struck poets;

She looks at me,  and says, with a laugh,

No fame I seek, my dear friend,

All I desire, is to light up your world,

When upon it, blackness descends;

My joys are really simple, small,

And I know not what you talk about,

I live to dispel darkness,

Hopelessness, fear and doubt,

And with that this Queen of hearts,

Casts off her veil and steps out,

And as the lights slowly dim,

She shines – splendid, radiant, glorious…

And reigns, the Diva supreme.