Jacaranda
Purple clouds
floating overhead
Bring dreams of royalty –
Purple mantle descends
And a princess is born
Stepping out
Along a flower strewn pathway,
Living the dream of every little girl.
Maybe if she climbs up into this splendour
This castle in the air
will solidify
Maybe if I climb
The purple dreams will wrap me around
and I’ll stay safe.
© Rosalie Miller
