Poem: Queen of the World

Queen of the World

By Ghia Vitale
QuailBellMagazine.com

I wonder what it’s like to be queen of the world;
To straddle your reality and dreams,
And see no disparity,
For wherever your starstruck stare ventures,
Every tree is evergreen.
The wind embraces your every movement.
Rainfall, the joyous tears of gods,
That descend from the sky to fall upon your crown,
And waves only crash to derange millions of granular crystals,
Into piles of perfect constellations,
Created in your image.
After all,
You are the muse that makes oceans roll over and sigh.

I wonder what it’s like to hold the universe inside of a crystal ball,
and marvel at it in all its rose-tinted wonder,
As you feel it marveling back at you;
To never tremble,
For there are always plenty of love letters,
Always plenty of offerings,
Always plenty,
Always there,
To keep your palace alight,
Your temple, forever warm,
Forever peopled with thrones and reverent masses.
No one would ever go to heaven,
Because heaven is where you’ve always lived,
And your crown is your eternal halo.

I wonder what it’d be like if we only died to donate their bodies to needy soil
White lilies would ascend from blemishless bodies.
Neither would decay or be victimized by time,
For it was refundable (with interest),
And if we chose death,
We died in love and stayed there,
Until death lost its luster and we came back from holiday,
Only to discover the expected: no one had ever mourned us,
And grief only happens in nightmares that never existed
In the end, we would live happily ever after.

Only the most royal highness can make me the queen of the world.

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