22 September 2012
Queen of the garden, Queen of the morn Shining, resplendent, glossy and bright Motionless, regal, tiara adorned With glittering diamonds, gifts of the night
Centered in symmetry, spun in the dark Hanging like platinum threads in the air Sunlight refracts into thousands of sparks Where dewdrops bejewel her diaphanous lair.
Queen • Opuss № I