In my dreams

You always come to me

Riding darkness

Bathed in

Liquid drops of the moon

But the dawn

Often strips you

Of your royal cloak

Leaves me singing

Without a tune

For in the harsh light

Of truth

I see your unlit heart

Where my twinkling light

Was always too much

And my twinkling light

Was never quite enough

The perplexed shadow of noon...

Though I still live

For those moments

When dreams come true

I'm the proud queen

You beckon,

To seat at your lofty throne

And I keep my wings

At hand

To break the fall

I know it always comes,

But I've learnt to fly

Alone

I'm never again

Going to let you

Break my porcelain bones 

© Manic Sylph