sometimes she is my conscience
a faerie with gleaming silver wings
with kindly reminders of “…grace…
…mercy…” she’s whispering.
Sometimes she is my protector
Teeth baring eyes glaring out of sockets
Staring through white sheets feel the heat
She destroys my enemies like a rocket.
Sometimes she is my nightingale
And the sweetest songs she sings to me
faintest brogue and lilting tones,
Songs that give hope and faith and rest.
Sometimes she looks with eyes of brightest blue
Catching, releasing every rainbow shade and slightest hue.
And if you caught those eyes looking at you
You would fall in love with her too…
Sometimes she strides in beauty not like the night
But like the dawn that leaves ribbons
Of pink and orange and red in stripes
Across the landscape of light…my kingdom.
Sometimes she sees with eyes of sea green
Shining like an emerald never shone
Into these depthless pools drop the stone
Of all the times you were alone…
Now she is the last and best Queen of my lands.
October, 2006
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