Dreams

Ophelia in the setting sun,
She floats on iridescent glass,
Contemplating eternity.
The heart of one so pure, used so ill.
One might think she is just sleeping,
Dreaming of a father so beloved,
Dreaming of her prince come to rescue her.
But no,
As her life ebbs away,
The icy waters take her now.
Lips once rosy tinted hue
Are now grey
Frost bitten
Blue.