Hush, now, and never offer me a crown again,

sapphire-strung to drape over golden hair, perfect.

In silver chains and a crystal cage,

I was not made to be a ruler of men.

Crown me with snow, my love, and dew,

for I would learn from the boughs of a tree-

With wisdom bound in the leaves of the sage,

I will search for the bounds of the true.

Come, now, dance among stars shining free,

And in pools of light, cast with shadow lines, bathe.

We are memories of dusk,

birthed from the shimmering starburst of dawn;

We are flames dazzling with hereditary patchworks of light:

Every life, one spark of celestial nature, is perfect...

and in silver clouds and crystal rain,

We will all be kings and queens.