She isn't a beautiful woman

            but the oceans sing in her veins

                 and the moons illuminate her innermost being

 with infinite grace

           her heart keeps time

      with the delicate rhythm of the human condition

                      her dreams walk the boundaries of existence

that such bounty

                        lay hidden within such a hapless, luckless form

           is her secret

              and her burden

Like an oyster

             buried deep,

     waiting to be exposed by tidal waters

              to be discovered

                               by some unsuspecting being

            she waits

to be opened.