sometimes she is my conscience

a faerie with gleaming silver wings

with kindly reminders of “…grace…

…mercy…” she’s whispering.

Sometimes she is my protector

Teeth baring eyes glaring out of sockets

Staring through white sheets feel the heat

She destroys my enemies like a rocket.

Sometimes she is my nightingale

And the sweetest songs she sings to me

faintest brogue and  lilting tones,

Songs that give hope and faith and rest.

Sometimes she looks with eyes of brightest blue

Catching, releasing every rainbow shade and slightest hue.

And if you caught those eyes looking at you

You would fall in love with her too…

Sometimes she strides in beauty not like the night

But like the dawn that leaves ribbons

Of pink and orange and red in stripes

Across the landscape of light…my kingdom.

Sometimes she sees with eyes of sea green

Shining like an emerald never shone

Into these depthless pools drop the stone

Of all the times you were alone…

Now she is the last and best Queen of my lands.