These words are not mine..

... but I received them through my mind...

Unknown womanly spirit, how are you?

"Wise wanderer. My companion mentions you
and tells me of the colours of your soul.
To my deep eyes, you are bright.
In sadness, your gray eyes are suns
to the universe of Shadow.
The creatures of your mind are starving.
They mass-create, they are keyholders
to unlocked voids.
O, wise wanderer.
I have dragged a helpless human body
across the dirt of your planet.
I have birthed and slaughtered.
In Time, each soul must know each path.
Now I am here in speech to adjust the
emotions of you,
helpless human.
There is so much beauty we spirits cannot
completely leave at home.
There is so much thought
that goes into ugliness.
Are you glad that we have spoken?
I'd like to speak with you again.
I have been of comfort,
and of course,
I am but a stranger."

Then I said: Micheal,
you know beautiful, hard-featured wordsmiths.