The Queen of Sheba

It's a very special poem

You lost faith in me,
And now I'm nothing,
Like the old gods
I'm vanishing slowly
Being completely forgotten.

My king, my knight on horse,
The weight of your armor left behind my corpse.
There's nothing more arrogant than punishing a goddess,
Who transformed your life, gave you music and colors.

All I need is a spark
To make flowers bloom,
I'm a miracle worker,
There's a shelter in my womb.

A grain of hope reappeared when I heard your voice,
But you have already made your choice.
I'm wandering around our streets
With your scent in my nose,
This black hole inside me
Silenced all the noise.

When the winds blow away my ashes,
And my broken eyes close these wet eyelashes,
A drop of rain will fall onto your face,
And I'll be one with you, caressing your hair in our favorite place.

A thousand of blessings will protect you from harm,
Every cell of mine like a lucky charm.
I'll hug you forever and live in your smile,
I'll live in the trees, in the air, in the skies.

So breathe me in and call my name,
Remember the incredible flame,
All the gods are prone to resurrection,
If there is a believing heart
Seeking the divine connection.

Reviews

[jacob erin-cilberto]

All the power of a goddess but unable to be his choice...
Somehow the power drains when the heart dies.
I really like the stanza with the wet eyelashes and caressing your hair in our favorite place...
that is real poetry that paints pictures on my heart...
and gods should and will resurrect...surely they will.
j.

[AJNJ]

How truly touching this is. After a long time felt so emotional. Thank you.

[FGFRANKLIN]

This was a wonderful expression of rebirth, like a phoenix from the fire. May we all keep seeking that divine connection.