I once met a Queen
While taking a walk
Alone on a bench,
So I urged her to talk.
She possessed a warm comforting voice
That put me at ease
And the humor of a jester
So eager to please.
She spoke of current events
And life’s mysteries
Her knowledge and wisdom
Fascinated me.
I could see in her eyes
A story untold
One of pain and sorrow,
One that scarred her soul
No jewels nor Crown
Did she wear
But I could see
They once were there.
She never spoke, she was a Queen;
She did not say a word
Of her throne
Nor her King
The truth, honesty
Written on her face
Could only belong, to one;
An empress of grace.
The peculiar thing I
Could heed
Is she became a girl
In the presence of me.
Her eyes gleamed
From her heart of gold,
I sensed the kindness, gentleness
Of a love untold.
I became her Prince,
Her calm cool stream
And she my savior
The key to my dreams
Alas, the sun did set.
Her creatures standing down
We both knew, I must
Return to town
A parting that must be
But not so welcome
Before I whisked away
I kissed her!
If I do not awake
When the robin is first seen
I’ll sleep peacefully
For I have touched, a Queen!!
Thank you for the inspiration!
~A Wondrous Man~
