The Princess of Her World

She woke up early one day,
From her cottage by the sea,
Finely kissed by its waters
And protected by the mountains...

There the angel slept under the stars,
The morning sun woke her up,
Gently chiding her with his long fingers,
That poked through a canopy of Pofali trees

Feigning anger at being woken up,
She sat away from him, on a rock, hidden by green foliage,
Her lover, in distress searched the worlds, high and low, in vain..
His all-seeing eye had been blinded by his limitless love...

Her curiosity got the better of her,
And she peeped out through gaps in the tree foliage,
His heart soared, in joy, he embraced her.
And there she was, lit in all her glory...

Her hair shone, like strands of gold,
Oh please, save her from the prospectors of Europe
So that they don’t make a Kimberley out of her,
Coz her treasures are reserved for her man, the sun.

She was, like I said, an angel, she floated above the earth,
Or maybe it appeared so, as her fair feet clashed with the red soil,
A flower, that she was, she danced amongst her kin
In her garden of marigolds, kissed yellow by the sun.

There she danced, a flower in the garden,
Beautiful than the cottage she so adored,
There she stood, under the yellow sun,
There she stood, the princess of her world...