i have a daughter
her name is aurora
she lives behind mine eye
sometimes she whispers
sweet sorrows
she is made of the blue
no one ever sees

she speaks to the king thus

be still
go within
listen
as the rose's thorn enters your flesh
listen to the raindrops
as your heart blossoms withers and dies
offering the sweetest of perfumes
a cloud in your head
go into the garden grove
lie on your grave
listen
be still

i have a daughter
her name is aurora
made of the green sparkling laughter
shaping your heart
anew