The wealthiest woman in the world

unless it be anonymously.

the bankers don't know her name,

she passes them by unnoticed, and quite happily so.

invisibly, she rules the world.

she's rocked the cradles

a thousand ways from Sunday-

and back again,

the long way round.

the fine line of her smile

is sweeter than the curve on the crescent moon.

there's the universe shining in her eyes,

the hint of diamond happens there.

she holds firm on peace in her territory

respecting the skin of sovereign boundaries.

allowing the spirits she calls upon

to take her vision,

to move her hands,

to create her world.