Prismatic Sovereign
Reflection
In the canvas of dreams, a sovereign rises,
A woman adorned in hues of gold and blue,
Her gaze a mirror of the infinite skies,
A symphony of light and shadow, true.
Roses bloom around her, vibrant and wild,
Each petal a whisper of untamed grace,
A testament to the strength she holds,
A queen of nature, in her own space.
Her hair, a cascade of golden threads,
Flowing like rivers of untold stories,
Each strand a memory, each strand a thread,
Weaving the tapestry of her desires.
The artist's hand, a brush of magic,
Brings life to the canvas, a silent song,
Transforming the ordinary into the sacred,
A journey of self, where beauty belongs.
You, too, are a sovereign, in your own right,
A canvas waiting for your brush to paint,
Let your colors bloom, let your light take flight,
For in your soul, the prismatic reigns.