Beautiful, is the word that
Could truly describe you, Queen, as
You step down from your throne and
Hold us in your glittering, gleaming
Gaze, we bask
in your golden hour, and my verse
is pretentious, but I sing the praise
of the way Your expansive presence
Mirrors in my
The touch of your palms
On the earth leaves
golden yellow pools in
the sky, and I know you are a benevolent
Force, watching over me.
The sky also reminds me of a bruise turning
Yellow, purple, blue and black,
But never mind that.
I stand and watch and gaze, that is all.