Believe Me

I’m keeping it all under my hat
this improbable parabola
set so firmly on my crown
it needs no ties to hold it down
its royal purple matched
by my cape
the richest colors
to keep me warm
as I walk in stocking feet
above the clouds
below the mountain peaks
invincible queen
of this particular dream
free beyond the reach
of any rude intrusions
each step
soundless and light
as I move
untraceable
leaving no print
no mark no signature behind
even in the softest fallen snow