The princess
In a Latin garden
Reads a crystal ball
Roses form a circle
Angels feathers
Set to fall.
Words dressed
In dying memory
Lovers in a queue
Shuffling unsteady feet
In a dream
They dream of you.
Lies swimming in
A foaming ocean
With blue eyes
Set to meet
Stranger dressed in black
Upon a deserted street.
Poverty stricken children
Beg with grasping hands
The fountain dry of water
In silence now it stands
The patrons left in fury
The birdsong long ago
The princess has grown old
Nobody wants to know.