Golden Hour

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

Heart, opening.

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.