Rest at ease and look with faith.
Ropes of reason bind me
in a well of unobservance
seeing escape, but not the path.
Etherial wings floating –
catch my soul with a butterfly net.
Seeing faces, not desires:
pulsating orb, a scarlet bump,
a promise in a word unspoken.
Smiling widely, I show the sun my face,
guillotine sense from nonsense:
I am the queen of the day.