Scintillate (Dreams) Poem by Thomas Foreman

Blessed are her rights, her face shines
in continuous as life bright

The morning dew kisses,
a rather graceful queen
She dances freely aware, her moves
upon the air, as natural and fair

Her eyes glance wild,
a perception seen, as quite keen
She is a monarch
Angels of pleasure,
are as easily seen

She dresses in robes of black,
and scintillating gold
“The beauty pleases immediately”,
She whispers, upon winds of old

Blessed are her rights, she prays in spectrums
of brilliance and light