We live in a kingdom of silver butterflies and golden angels.
We toast wine from the ages, and fill our tablets with seasonal prose.
We play both rugby and polo, and we also play tennis.
(Chess once in a great while, but why be at war...?)

We spin jeeps through the country...pack our digitized cameras.
We take sharp clear photos of the vast open setting of antelope and elk.
We indulge in classical music in the evenings and sculpture our daydreams in the gray northern clay.
No greater critics than the critics we are of the gifts in our hands.
Timeless legends in our own minds...but better than no legends at all.

We appear greatly aglow for our ages, but we ponder the wealth of love's wisdoms and the fruits of maturity.
I fear I'm yet saved but you teach me salvation.
Read me your stories of fiery dragons and mystical fortunes.
Play princess in white from a long ago story.
Romantic delation, all true for the taking...in fantasized ponders of passionate glee.

This is our kingdom and I am forever here to serve you.
Timeless the thought that you're always a child.