At Your Royal Side in  General   

Man weeps black at your royal side, fairy princess daughter
Of the sun who has no warning and is silent
Thoughts with bent necks like deer or river grass
Thought who tells you I love you while you sleep
More beautiful than an egg
The day is a sacrament, people pass by in cars
The heat is like dust the breeze cleans off
If I were to hold you the heat would speak in words
There are children in your eyes
I sing the song of pink coiled tongue
The rest of the word is made of white sunlight
When you unloose your hair the sun and moon tumble out
There is gold at the corner of your mouth
Blue metal eyes, musical wasps asleep in belly
Watershores, essential oils
The ocean pulls foam strings onto your shoulders

By Stanley Gemmell

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