Hera

Hera, Cronos' daughter, bathing in the sun
the goddess of marriage, watching over her god.
Hera descended to earth
and walked in the grass seeking love.

Hera, serene and quiet waiting for him,
Hera, as in love as she always was,
Hera, wetting her lips
Hera, slowly changing from goddess to woman.

Hera look at me, look at me again,
I can't be who I was.
Hera look at me, Hera look at me,
Hera.

Hera at night the moon that grows and goes,
Hera, the mother, the widow, and puberty,
Hera, splashing stars,
Hera once again a maiden to start.

And it was a May afternoon when Hera left
and without fearing the rays she ran from my hand.
My life was different
Hera hugs me and forgets just like I do.