Art of Jonathon Earl Bowser

          Come down to this world
          Watch as our story unfolds
          Hear what the thunder screams:
          Everything you see is me.
          I am the cold drifting wind
          From the east into nothing,
          I am the air you breathe
          I am all you will ever need.
          I am the painter who creates
          I am a woman with every face
          I am the blue dome of the sky
          I am the moon that rises high.
          To listen to my words
          Is to hear the song of birds,
          When you lie in bed at night
          I am the dreams taking flight.
          I am the darkness of secret
          I am the light of a friend
          I am oxygen, I am carbon
          I am the earth you trod upon.
          When the tide sets in the sea
          Watch me in my crowning glory;
          I am the goddess of your mind
          I am all you left behind.

          Copyright 1998 by Bardic Curse

          Maybe it's because I'm rather bossy, or maybe because I feel like the most important person in the world. Either reason, this poem reflects a woman's perspective in a love affair where only she gets the upper hand. Sometimes, it is not the woman who gets abused. A man's place in such a relationship is even more degrading because he is expected to be the one to lead the relationships. Now he is degenerated into a mindless follower of his lover.