Dreamer

She rests on a throne
a throne of soft clouds
Her eyes shine
with the innocence
of a child
and are weary
with the wisdom
of an elder
Beauty tainted
by the glistening liquid crystals
of crimson
gently flowing down
her pale cheeks
How she weeps
how she cries for the earth
for the world of today
Dreams
for she is a dreamer
Hope
for a world that
will never be
A vision
clouded
by tears of blood
She is a dreamer
A banished hopeful
who waits on a throne
of clouds
Exiled for
resisting reality
She is a dreamer
And she is me