its said there are more stars in the sky,
than there are grains of sand in the world,
that was created with gods heavy sigh.
that same breath, like a sail unfurled,
created the angels that soar above,
that created a far away princess.
and the feathers of many a dove,
whispered as soft as a lovers caress,
makes the princesses bed.
she laughs and smiles, and plays,
but doesnt remember words that were said.
by men made of clay.