I am floating.
The water soaks the flowers.
I am floating
in a boat under the rain.
In the rain I sleep with
the fishes under moonlight.
I am floating.

The moonlight that
shines its graces on
you, my queen.

In distant past
when this land was for only us,
in distant past
men took you away from me.
And left you to rot with all the
fishes under the moonlight.
In distant past.

Yet no missiles can
take you away from me.
My daisy queen.

Because we are not merely of the flesh.
There is more to us than meets the eyes my queen,
the zombie queen whom only has eye for me.