She blooms
As words tumble
Through painted lips
A purple visage
Blinding my thoughts
From my eyes
She is fit
For a Spanish queen

Now that I have flown
I must make my way
She makes the sound
The sea makes
Breathing in hymns and lullabies
Into my dreams

Put me to rest now
Lay me in a bed
Adorned with rocks
She will take today
And form it into tomorrow
Rocking my battered, fragile self