There Once Was A Girl
Shrouded In Blue
Rosalie Stole A Stone
And Fell From The Moon
With Raindrops She Fell
Into Clovers And Daisies Adazed
And Dandelion Fields
And Snow Capped Willowed Grazes
The Girl With The Brown Silhouette Eyes.
Took Not With Her Tears-
Long Past Had Cried.
When Around Her She Saw Only Monsters And Gloom
She Took With Her Petals
Into A World anew
Fell The Girl Shrouded In Blue.
The Maiden-
She Took With Her Only Sweet Beautiful Things.
Took With Her Only Sweet Beautiful Things.
If Some Create Monsters
And Some Create Hell
She Created A Mist Of Brilliant Bright Colors Of Which Into She Fell.
In The New Land The Creatures Had Brilliant Silk Skin
Iridescent And Shining Of Every Color Therein
This Girl When She Fell:
Fell into a meadow of Amber, Ruby, and brass
All Out fell Her Dress
her hair-Fluttering Sweet
This Woman With The Glorious eyes
Of Diamonds, Emeralds Soil And Sprout
She Walked With Her Head Head Brilliantly High
Her Lips Large Kissed
The Sun And Blooms And Buds That All Covered The Land
This Woman She Prayed Along With The Earth And The Sand
And From Her Spot Of Squishy Sweet Earth-
She Heralded The Band Of The Zwanders.
Now The Zwanders Are A Breed Of Speckled Small Things
Their Fluff Crossing Over The Lake And The Bluff.
They Like To Eat Purple Beets
And Get All Ruffed Up.
The Zwanders Wander Happily
Along The Trail And Ruff.
Sometimes Their Tough Purple
Pickles Green
When They Smile
At The Miracle Of Innocent Things.
Nonsensical Creatures Of Purple Green Cerulean
The Creatures That Sing
But Only On Wing
For How Can One Sing
Weighted With Suffering
It's When We Are Free That A Soul Is In Glee
Young Child Do Know?
That She Fell From The Stars
Her Skin Shows The Scars
She From Afar
With The Riveting Skin Of Mars.
Scintillating Sensation
The Girl When She Fell
Out Of The World
And Into A Mind
Beautiful Whole And Well
This Girl That Dances Beneath The Coniferous Trees
Whose Dress Holds the magick of chrysanthemums
This Girl When She Runs
And She Scrapes Up Her Knees
And The Blood Runs Thick And Ivory Green.
In Her World She Could Not Leave The Troubles And Griefs.
So Into Her Mind She Took Solace And Sleep.
For In Our Heads We Are Owners Of Things
We Create With Our minds,
Eyes, Our Ears And Our Cries
We Create Beauty Or Tears
We Bear The Weight Of Our Dreams And Our Fears
This Silly Girl
With The Brown Writers Eyes
That Crease In The Bottoms
Like crescent moons
Darkened by Graphite or ink
Reminders of the sacred wand held beside her
This Silly Girl With The Eyes
That See
The Things That Surround Her
The Things Yet To Be.
She Could Not Take The white Dress They Gave Her
The absence of color or stain?
So Into Her Mind She Created A World
More To Favor
A World With Less labor
Nor Sadness
Sole Song
This Girl With The Ribbons And Gay Golly Songs
For Those Who Said It Is Wrong To Live In A Dream?
When The World Is A Burning
And Lost All Its Streams?
For Who Said Its Wrong That She Lives In A Dream
That Girl That Thinks Only Sweet Lovely Quaint Things
In Her Simple Word
That Lacks Sadness And Grief
Yet Speaks To All With Its Joy And Its Seeds?
This Girl Cut The Thorns Of The Brier And Rose
The Girl That Sings Songs
But spurns spinning Sullen Prose
Why Cry And Grieve?
She Chose To Live In A Song, In A Dream
Here Where The Flowers Fade Not
By The Wayside Of The Land Of Nodding Tamlot
Her communal castle Moored By The Shivering Leaves Of The Springtime Primetime Summertime Breeze
Here The Girl Along By The Nayside
Alive And Pray'n Wide Eyed
The Girl By The Land Of Notting Tamlot
She Paints The Leaves
Gold Checkered Clocked
And The Green Velvet Grass That Brushes Her Breast
Waves Shyly To Her
With Equal Respect
The Girl Who Lives With The Chorus Of Colorful Creatures
With Sage Seers And Teachers
All Down By The Gweakers
The Gweakers Where Gweeks The Gwolden Sween Geens
They Gawk By The Gweeks Of The Zwanders On Zwings
She Sings With The Sweek Of The Golden Gween Gweakers
The Zwanders On Zwings
She Dances The Dance
Of The Swandering Preacher
That Sways By The Side Of Soo Loo And Leaker
In A World Of Zillions And Zuns
She Dances Unabashedly Beneath Thee Emerald Sun
She Knows Though Their World Is Beaten Or Boo
That In Her Head She Sees Only God And The Coos
The Cockle-Keys Cockled And Coos
The Qweens Of The Qwillionth Qwetineth That Croon
The Silent Singer 