Michael Reston


The Crown On Your Head

enchanted light and a green willowy dew
the crisp white flower, a star of venus on your brow
your eyes as elven as they are now
your body as fully formed and femalleable

as you walk, you are carried by the breath of the wind
when you speak it's the voices of thunder and melancholy
your smile is as warm and giving of a sprig of holly
and your fingertips radiate a soft clean light

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