I shall design you a gown, to make you
smile again,
So shed your drab rags, be naked & drop
your pain,
Stand before your mirror, in the skin of
your birth,
And I´ll design you a gown, to be sewn by
good earth.
A bodice of laced-leaves shall be cleaved
to your breast,
A hat of fine feathers I´ll place on your
head, in red crest,
Sleeves, cascading down your white arms as
silvery seas,
Stitched by bird´s beaks & pinned by stings
of sweet bees.
Your skirts shall be floral, of blooms &
honey-hued flowers,
All adorned with the sparkled kisses, of April’s
soft showers,
Spiders shall weave you a long transparent &
gossamer train,
And mantled in soft clouds, you shall be protected
from pain.
So please give me a twirl, in your gown of soft
golden suns,
And let go of your habits, those of sad &
lonely dark nuns,
Now perfumed in air, in necklace of stars &
moon in your eyes,
Off you go to the ball & dance, dance, dance,
off to faraway skies.
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