Fairy Tale

Lighter blues peek over into a sky still heavy with stars
Open eyes find Dawn freshly weeping beneath the willows
Sleep still sprawled across the pillows, yet she remains awake
Sighs tangle as long aches unravel and slip by like a snake

Dainty hands in sheer lace, cup a powdered, pouty chin
Lipstick stains still remain where she pressed them
Again and again
Clear eyes dart around the valley from her high-tower
Dawn on the cusp of breaking, gardens yawn and flower
Showering ever-sweet fragrances that waft up to her nose
Carried by the delicate hands of May, but still she knows
That even May won't last forever...

Silky lids coloured rose and a dress crushed with stars
It glitters from such a distance, yet it holds no resistance
When she runs down the stone walk and out into the rain
Dancing, laughing, spinning wild, releasing every pain...
But that is only a dream, that stays ripe inside her curls
Again tonight, she'll sit alone, cluttered with freshwater pearls

A sigh escapes from deep satin lips and slips down the wall
Collecting like a leaf pile, until the wind disperses them all
She looks out into pastel yonder, and sees upon the road
A white horse that gallops gracefully, leaving a dusty cloud to Erode, the soft air

She stands upon her midnight perch, as he crosses
Onto the lawn
Breaths are held but she is weld, to the golden
Shimmer of Dawn
Soon he prances to the tower and looks up through the air
Closer now, oh my my, how he yells,
"Repunzel let down your hair!"
Down falls her yearning heart, as she pulls her curls undone
Moons burst, glass stars shatter, and the bright rise of sun