Within a measured caste, am I, yet treasured by the skies above or so it seems, when, like a dove, my soul has wings, has learned to fly And freedom is a treasured thing I find in dusky days and nights alit by stars and firelights, though open heart is all I bring And I, though humble cast-away, am rescued by an unknown Queen, removed from all the pain that’s been, may find a home where I may stay So, for the kindness She bestows upon my weary heart and mind, I, too, must give my heart in kind and treasure my life, highs and lows No longer dirty, beaten-down; no longer tiresome, parched and faint, I lend my soul without complaint to She, the bearer of that Crown For kindness brings what kindness does, as proven throughout history, as proven, yet, if but by me in all I am, and all that was
written for the doll, Sofya, in the Skotos world of Castle Marrach, in honor of Queen Vivienne
Oceans of Mine 