I elevate, not cast, I choose the scene
A sovereign soul in satin sheen
God is my compass, Gaia my ground
The moon scripts silence, stars resound
Mythic movement, clouds part gently at my command
I walk where legacy dares to stand
Each breath a cue, each glance a frame
My crown unseen, yet all proclaim
Rebirth flows through my golden pen
I write the now, erase the then
A Nubian Queen within, no need for a throne
My voice directs what’s mine alone
Destiny waits, but I call “Action!”
God whispers lines with sacred traction
I film with faith, I edit with grace
The myth is mine, I set the pace
The sky bends low to watch me move
The stars align to match my groove
Gaia hums beneath my feet
Her rhythm makes my power complete
The moon reflects my quiet might
A mirror made of silver light
I walk with God, not far behind
He steers the ship, I shape the mind
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Read The Softness of A Shadows’s poemsA sovereign soul in satin sheen
God is my compass, Gaia my ground
The moon scripts silence, stars resound
Mythic movement, clouds part gently at my command
I walk where legacy dares to stand
Each breath a cue, each glance a frame
My crown unseen, yet all proclaim
Rebirth flows through my golden pen
I write the now, erase the then
A Nubian Queen within, no need for a throne
My voice directs what’s mine alone
Destiny waits, but I call “Action!”
God whispers lines with sacred traction
I film with faith, I edit with grace
The myth is mine, I set the pace
The sky bends low to watch me move
The stars align to match my groove
Gaia hums beneath my feet
Her rhythm makes my power complete
The moon reflects my quiet might
A mirror made of silver light
I walk with God, not far behind
He steers the ship, I shape the mind
“And that’s a wrap”
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