The Lost Princess

An empty rhythm
In the castle in the sky
A waltz echoes through deserted halls
The foundation crumbles stone by stone
She who was the princess
Dances alone
Rapunzel-length tresses threaded silver
Sweep over deep indigo and turquoise tiles
No prince comes for her
Neither courtiers nor friends
The music is mummified in her mournful tread

Dream Cocoon

The shivering soul seeks the refuge of dreams
And layers over the distresses of waking
With a thin coat of marble icing swirled to hypnotize
The mind into believing and the eyes from seeing
Fly away from flesh and bone and make yourself
Into the image that you have always carried
Hidden deep in the neuroses of cranial neurons
Where in terrifying color, your true self arouses