Gilded Dreams

Her hair like gilded feathers,
Beauty unrivaled eyes like the Cerulean Sea
Hand in hand we walked together
Through an enchanted garden of hyacinth and heliotrope
A crown of laurel leaves upon her soft brow
Wearing a gown of ivy and chrysanthemums
in a fine webbing of mortal seams
Childlike simplicity leads her to a swing of stars
Cold no more, she sprinkles stardust
upon the dreamers below
Dispelling nightmares stronghold from the weary suffrage
Of those left behind
And with sweet words she sings a melody most pure
to ease the troubled minds