The Goddess

With hair black as pitch.

A crimson dress light as mist.

May I steal a glance?

Haiku inspired by my mother's dream.  She dreamt of an ancestor that her family named "The Goddess."  It is disrespectful to call her by her real name.  In the dream she saw the Goddess sitting by the waters edge on a pier.  She was stirring the water gently with her hand.  My mother peered at her through a pocket mirror.  Her beauty was striking and that's a good thing because, if she likes you she will appear as a young beautiful woman.  If you catch her on a bad day, not so much.