1. novembre . 2005

Her fortress is crumbling
the world she built
she ‘s queen
Higher than most
Supposedly knowing and
caring about the intricacies
of those ruled
Knowing so very little at all
But the mirror
in her locked quarters

Seen, loved, glorified
by so many, many
Needy
O that she could live
just one of their moments
and feel the hope tug
in one higher
Faith in a better pace, place
Believing the struggle would subside
if gazing on the one
Higher

She was the one
higher
but she was just
the mirror
in her safe queenly
quarters