I have held you before in the flames of love

A Queen so beautiful so warm

We watched the sunset slowly over Troy

Knowing our time was short…

 

Gently touching your sweet lips with

my hand

Hearing you breathe in whispers

Our people were enemies

At war, why always at war?…

 

Peace fluttered like a delicate butterfly

Over the meadows of our conscious souls

Poets would write about this tragic finale

The last act of gods and giants…

 

Yet our one true God

Would bring us to this point again

This future world is ours

Once more to meet

In the end of days…

 

Living with the mad

Who tried to create Utopia

We found love again

This old poet, his beautiful Queen…

 

To finally live amongst the legends

Walking on the dew

Upon the never fading grass

Slowly, slowly holding hands

Entering the Eternal City of Light…

 

Mark C Bolton, August 2025

drawing by TC