You sit there idle
With eyes that cut through the night
To your own doubt a disciple
Then you repeat the cycle

As if frightened or incapable
Without, dream or sight
A tongue now insatiable
But never one replaceable

You watch with eyes of glass
Through the crack hides your light
As the hours quickly pass
Your regrets grow with mass

In her silhouette forms a mirror
Of a Queen and a Knight
Where he can feel her nearer
And her words run clearer

She is a patient Queen
With eyes in the Moonlight
With every command he grows more clean
Whatever his direction is where she will lean

Her heart is a sword
And a Queen never quits a fight
She gives him love as a reward
To find her,he needs to move forward

© Delia Ross. 2019