She sleeps
with her white blanket pulled tight
covering warmly her legs and feet
revealing her arms of stone
her face so graciously carved from the mountain that holds her.
And there she rests
held in with the warm balmy air
as night falls, the sun setting
the sky turning all shades of blue
and subtle drops of water begin to fall…
The sleeping princess sleeps
dreaming fondly of the world around her,
I imagine,
and perhaps also of the one
who will come someday
to wake her.
April 16, 2013