Weary Queen-

An off-white dress
dances to the ballad of the wind.
An emerald field of memory
whispers words of tranquility.
The girl:
so innocent; so pure;
draws together her weary eyelids,
like velvet stage curtains,
to rest beneath the moonlight.
With a sigh
she slips out of her skin
and into her mind.
Tides of serenity flow through her
as she floats atop sweet reverie.
Drifting,
drifting,
she finds peace within her dreams.