miles above her
in the vastness of space
the Man In The Moon
smiles serenely at her face
singling her out
from the night-time crowds
as Perseus & Andromeda
dance amongst the clouds
miles above her
in God’s holy heaven
Gabriel starts to play his horn
at the stroke of eleven
& the archangel Michael
stretches forth his golden lance
as the cherubim & seraphim
joyously begin to dance
still confined to earth
the Princess Poet smiles
her Chinese calligraphy pen
constructing alphabet aisles
secure in the knowledge
that nothing is what it seems
comforted by glass walls
& crystalline dreams
copyright © 2014 KPM
Thank you for your poetry. Had the feel of real life. I enjoyed this poem. Crystalline dreams are good words.
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Thanks for reading, johncoyote. & for picking up on the “real life”. 😉
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You are welcome. Real life is more interesting than real life.
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