Listening to : Hallelujah - Leonard Cohen

Morning eyelids blink.
Tired sunshadow child.
Early sunrise girl.
Breath of stardust caught in honey, dewdrop eyes.
Fingers entangled in spider's webs.
Lips newly rosen by sweet strawberry tastes.
Styrofoam cups newly named crowns in the jestering court.
A sharp intake of angels and fairies in the garden.
Her feet step nimbly over stained blueberry bushes.
Her laugh rings out to skies past clouds.
The kingdom bows at her feet,
and she gives them honour by bowing back,
her pudgy hand placed clumsily on her foam crown
to keep it from falling into blueberry patches.
Her laugh tucked back into her pocket as she skips backwards,
when the call is made,
and her thoughts drift soundlessly to a Queen's breakfast of jam on toast,
and a goblet-glass of orange juice, freshly picked from her enchanted garden in the royal court.