Humming soothing melodies
of fantasy and make-believe,
silky dreams she weaves
as gently the cradle rocks...
In the night breeze,
from the starry sieve,
fantasies drop like autumn leaves
as enchanted pathways she unlocks...
Cleverly her spell, she casts
till the crimson dawn to last.
Scarlet dust, sun's chariot kicks up-
clearing the air of the magic afloat ...
The queen returns each night
bewitching the world with starlight,
sprinkling reveries and slumber syrup,
sailing on yonder in her mystery-boat...
Picture is from Google images