:the queen of dreams:
The Queen of Dreams' crown is a daisy chain,
spun from the flyaway thoughts never to be recalled again
The ones forgotten just before they are sung.
Her home is a windmill cast of clouds and starshine
And the blades spin together the daydreams and lover's sighs
for her to braid into shining silver-lining-clouds in the sky
She walks slowly over the puddles and lakes of her land
And touches ours with a pale gossamer hand
She blows whispers into the wind
In her garden grow plants of cotton and lavender flowers
from which words and half-glimpses bloom into grey towers
Only to dissipate in the softly-blowing air
She sleeps not, but gently kisses our sleeping eyes
leaving behind on our pillows some fragment of sky
she drifts slowly in the midnight sounds.
date:September 26, 2007
And this, yet again. was done for Creative Writing class. The assignment was to write about a character that was royalty in some way, and we were stuck with a strict rhyme pattern and line-per-stanza count. I realize that a few of the rhymes in here aren't perfect, but I altered it from the turned-in version to better match what I wanted to say. I won't sacrifice a good poem on a silly rhyme.