The May Queen
As I lie between the blades of green grass;
with a wave of your hand, you took me there.
a smile in your eyes, sunshine in your hair.
I'm climbing high through the mountain crevasse
seeing stars so bright, like crystalline glass
on a dream carpet we fly through the air.
As the full moon rises, I touch your hand;
you stare off into the dark azure sky.
Tears began to fall as you start to cry;
the carpet then fell to earth and did land;
we toppled to the beach on the warm sand;
you slowly turned away saying goodbye.
Sunrise rose over the tropical scene;
I wish to again dream of the May Queen.
3/5/2021
HexSonnetta Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Emile Pinet
Copyright © Ken Allan Dronsfield | Year Posted 2021
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