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

unfolding

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