Queen of Ruins.

I'm sleep walking in the ruins
of an ancient castle,
amid broken statues
and crumbled concrete.
The ghostly majestic  
house of dead royalty.
Echos of triumph and defeat.
Stone stairs now lead to thin air
Door ways open up to nowhere.
Glassless windows frame emerald landscapes of the
picturesque escapes out there.
My bare feet stand on the cold, cracked marble floor.
My eyes search grand ceilings
and chandeliers that exist no more.
I'm drenched in history and sheer awe of the culture and mystery from centuries before.  
Not a soul for miles
in this deserted dream.  
I don a crown of yellow roses
as the crystal rain anoints me  
queen.  
Sparkling crushed stained glass  
transformed into treasures of diamond, ruby and sapphire.  
I have found my home  
Stripped to the bare bone
still 'tis my heart's desire.
I'm perched upon my
tree stump throne  
As my toes stroke a carpet of weeds.
I discover luxury in antique poverty. In botanic gardens I plant my creativity and water all it's seeds.
Music rings through tall walls as singing bird shadows fly through the halls.
My voice joins the chorus
of the choir as my heart too
begins to sing.
That golden globe of fire
Shining through an invisible roof  
is my one & only king.