They sit in jewel-encrusted thrones on a hilltop in the sky

In a palace made from glittering glass

Swept away by legendary winds and royal blue seas, where

Eyes are not eyes, but rather, emeralds and sapphires and rubies of all kinds

That interrupt the beating of hearts.

The words they speak, soft as fabric;

Minds swelling with intellect and grace.

Clouds entice the swirling air

And fingers tear at satin threads.

Nothing is real, but

You can find it when it is most needed

And it depends on how you define your reality.

Every strand of love is laced into their hair; hope

Is found when you watch them dance

And you can see 

The brothers and sisters of night and day.

There is quiet, peaceful serenity 

In the arch of the queen's spine

And gold bleeds from the pale sky.

I could maybe make it there

If I really try

I'll spin the words into a web;

The sparkling dewdrops 

Are every detail I will put into place.

There is no "free" without the ink,

I would not find the beautiful kingdom

That one day could be mine,

But that is only 

If I really try.