I reign over a vast kingdom in a riddle.
A kingdom beyond the wind beneath a void,
Within the twilight glaze.
I lay aptly in a cradle of wishes and calm;
Perhaps, listening to the murmurs of whistling pines and restless crickets.
And blink while the naked lids beg me,
To draw the drapes upon my dome.
And sure, here they are twinkling brazenly;
my beloved subjects all inside her eyes.
A poem by Tonny Wandella