Beauty of clouds

The invisible kingdom within, a dream perceiving her beauty, would seem a slave. And, the angel in the pool flying after her longing –

Lay seige to me.

Then says the elf, stop projecting this imagination,  the invisible kingdom in the sky no more above me – her beauty reigns, queen-

Breathed.

Werewolf smelling scent of woman, the Earth stares back at me. Leaves like collars, wind that talks of old things, and the clouds, they’re still

Grand.