The Princess

princess, alone in her tower,
sharing her song.
those lucky enough to stop,
listen.
words strike the heartstrings
like felt hammers on piano wire,
infecting you with her song.

your song calls back,
and the princess listens.

for that brief exchange,
the tower dissolves
and she is not alone.


©05.30.2003 “Aegri Somnia” (posted here with permission of the author.)
written for a friend.

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