From a glitter glass coffin
she watches green spring burgeon.
Sun glazed soft sky, blue-white.
Clouds prick the mind with sharp light.
People rushing to and fro,
all with a mystery place to go.
But she...is trapped in death trance,
moon eyes alone join life dance.
All winter long content with just being,
watching, feeling, dreaming, seeing.
But spring comes shouting... DO!
Hot spice action lancing through
the misty, magic dark quiet sleep,
stirring blood from deaths keep.
Sun Fairies lift the lid and kiss a - twinkle
the sleeping Princess, Miss Van Winkle.