Ophelia

She's left the family gate, but comes back here to sing, everyone knows she's great, she can beckon any time, next to me like a fling, around a constant why, voyages to the olden days, dust her golden sling, her almond eyes serrate, the song within her sight, shines upon her ring an old man and his wife, birds call to conjugate, aware of coming Spring, she puts seasons on the slate, sweeps the moon with wine, her audience is crying, says she'll always be mine, to them she's everything.