Living Statue

Her hair tangles in the wind, Bodies hurl themselves at her feet, behold a Queen held high. A goddess. The sun drowned in her smile, welcoming the coming of her steps. A huntress vanishing into a corner of thought. Her hair flies free, thankful with each step. A celebration of the strands of hair that drop across her brow. I gazed from a far, not realizing that I've lived my dream