REVERIES OF A QUEEN

The regal face etched 
On the virgin whites 
The ancient warrior 
In all his might, 
He looked at me 
With his timeless eyes 
My world compressed 
Into his hesitant smile. 
His love was majestic
Aeons of ancient feelings 
His legacy, 
The cycle of loss, oft repeating. 
Millennia of traditions 
Of hearts wrenched from within 
When duty calls, love sacrificed 
At the altar of fertile sins. 
I look at what I lost to eras spent
In the renewing thaws of spring 
Maybe the bleak white winter snows 
Will bring back my warrior king. 

MS