she gains the sun's rays like she is wild flowers growing
or the moss on the side of a tree
her essence the real side of glory and
she turns heads like a fairie seen
out of the corner of a normal man's eye
fleeting speculative that dream  
the illusion you meant to see or wished or phantom
in your deepest days dream again of her
white gown fairly face golden hair
a pure fleeting scent  you melt in the air
a vegetable a plucked flower
her air the things
of full bellies vaulted ceilings of palaces
dance with a princess golden there