Queen of Whims

I'm a little too exotic
Living on planes
Whimsical fantastic
Kind of just, a little bit quixotic
And my castle is really a fairy bower
Up in a cloudscape, of ethereal towers,
Watching you go by in your sleek silver jet
Ebony silhouetted
Against sunraddled skies...
I make love to my Muse
And contemplate
Your phony lies.

I love my weird-dom
For I'm its wayward queen
I inhabit an entire race
My subjects are whoever
I choose,
From wherever I've been...

And I always aim to please
For I'm but a figment of an
Erotic dream
That dived into hidden depths
Of your unplumbed wishing well
Too far out of your depth
So let me remain unseen.

And so content with caprice, I  fluff
Up my cotton clouds
Cushioning airy floors of ecstacy
The sun's last rays reach out
To touch my soul
And  in soft vermilion
It coronates me.

And you my friend take yet another
measured sip of
your vintage wine,
And lower your canapé
Into its tarter dip,
And jet away from me
In your show off speeding bullet
The fake king of paper empires
Auctioned off in
Three strikes of a mallet.

So I will remain, a piquant dream
In prudent heart
An uncrowned queen
You'll forever miss...
When you have been
Everywhere else except
The shores eternal,
By the ocean of bliss.

© Amrita Valan 2015