Kali

Somehow

She rises

And she stares

Into the void

As this night

Holds the wide expanse

Of perfect grace

She is there-

Her eight arms

Flicking fire

Her red tongue

Afire

Touches the wind

This warm air

Reminds us of this one thing

Life is beautiful

She is there

Rising 

A blue-black figure- immense

Sharpening her swords

Against the silence

Of her temple

Whatever else 

I have in my life

With my books, 

Songs, and

Distractions 

There is always her

Coming from below

Whirling

Dancing like fire

Always I think of her

Her white teeth

Her songs

Her perfect love