The Promise

Promise me

You’ll keep me safe

Floating in a bouquet

Of tender Roses

Full of feeling

in my delicate fantasy

like a snowflake

near a flame

Consecrate our love

For all life


They ask me, what is she

Queen of ?

I’ll tell you who . .


A queen from

The astral plane

I have no name

In the regular sense

I’m made of Pure starlight

And innocence !


Part alien

Part angel

With plant like ardor


in musical harmony

-These are among my characteristics-


I’ll be in the sky

Then in the shadows

Closely observing

Recording then remolding elements

From vivid memory


The unfulfilled promise

Weighs upon me

Hold onto faith

Remake me