Amber, turquoise, emerald lights
Like Courtiers cavort
Before the Princess of the night,
Who dons her diamond crown,
Reflecting dancing sequins
upon her velvet gown
Which, wave by wave, unfolds
At her command,
The unseen hand of genuine majesty,
Beyond the compass of the fading
Monarchies of tenuous heredity.
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I just love how your very visual brain can write a video or a painting. I enjoying seeing what you see when you look up at the sky.