Majestic, Tepid, Light


The dome of the spirit

The palace of the heart

Her sovereign realm is

Locked in the darkness

of the madness of loneliness,

casting the eternal spells

of sadness on the queen

unwanted, unseen, unheard,

betrayed by false courtesans,

courtiers, father, mother, all,

till the light of love casts over

the weeping queen’s head softly

with a gentle touch of the sun

in all sweetness evermore.