an open road dusk
bristles of the sun;
paint the sky.
in jade and rose
the muted tones ,
a rolling hill
whose arms glow in lasting love.
your face to be seen
stretched across the branch's
solace in the sound of spring
as you the same.
tremble in content
with hand in hand
the warmth of a hundred suns
but a pawn to a queen
alight the wick in my soul
, queen