Queeny Stardust, Cosmic Queen of Whimsy
I am the one wearing your old fringed skirt peppered with stardust.
The one you wore when we shook it with the crescent moons of August.
I’m wearing those pink-a-licious boots you talked yourself out of.
I’m your Queeny Stardust all laced up, hot pink and proud of
Being the one who seeds your dreams, like flying beach blanket bingo.
These boots are made for walking, just waiting for your signal.
Hiccups during meditation just might open up our flow
I am your cosmic queen of whimsy, trust me and let go.
©Michelle Hedgecock 2015