gold and amaranth clouds frame
cornflower blue skies
in twilight
but the sunset glows
from between her ribs
to illuminate the rarest soul
wisdom without weight
never louder than the moment
never less than the whole
in her wake
the world she sets in motion—
motionless
mirrorball with all its brokenness
reflects radiant light
across our realm
the castle we construct
battle-born
merciful-made
receives tribute in doves
of peace and ease
that flap
over our queendom
in the great migration
I would fly behind, beside
in front of her to relieve fatigue
tightly weaved is a
closeness that breathes
between birds of a feather
warmth percolates
shoulder to shoulder
like birds on a wire
no shadows just rays of joy
cascade from the heart and lips
upon mention
constant vocal symphony
one song stands out in the chorus
I will forever fly homeward
perched on an outlook
pledged to protect
and set my own amaranth skies
aside
to see your dreams fly