Q'Elahy

Did she touch her hair
because at the very same moment
I imagined it to be a blazing inferno
A wildfire to adorn her perfect crown
Bright, autumnal warmth cascading in curls
swirls and twirls down her sharp shoulders
in colors of copper, gold, and blue
and every wonderful hidden hue
between. A glorious , gilded dawn of silken tress
twinkling twilight of wavy mess
An unruly, fierce, prideful mane
just as hypnotizing as The Flame
A gift from the burning Heavens unto
My Goddess Queen of forbidden dreams