Dark saffron walls, I fall to the floor
and pray in rosemary beeds.
seeds of gold are plastered on the cracks
as I embrace yellow.

I am a monk in orange
floating down a stream
swinging from cloud to cloud
and gaining wisdom

I am a pheasant bathed in
green shadows of empty woods
howling to the owls are laughing with the wolves
I sit and watch the moon.

I am a queen, sleeping in her bed
Dreaming of dancing diamond crowns.
with purple honey and marmalade