The Queen

very rough draft rambling thoughts

The Sun hides from how Her Majesty’s eyes shine.

She gives her people a home

And drinks from their hands.

She bows to her people,

And they bow to their Queen.

There is enchantment in the moment

When the performer sings upon a stage.

And a communion in the moment

When the audience sings back.

There is a feeling of comfort

In the home that she has given.

Even the Sun hides from Her Majesty, The Queen.