I am the queen of the meadow…

I am the queen of the meadow…
Lying on cushions of pink…
Or sometimes on heather…
As it softens the granite beneath.

I look over a constantly shifting rainbow…
A season that is always autumn…
It is my rightful place…
Like a bear in a berry patch.

I dwell on memories with such fondness…
Safely settled in my mind…
Here, I don’t need to hear a voice from heaven…
Only the sudden shifts in the air.

I have saved a spot for you…
But you cannot bring that raging fire that is always following you…
I will replace the tiredness that is written on your face…
With serenity and joy.

Yes, we will live in this meadow together…
You will become like the first time I saw you…
With brightness and mischief in your eyes…
Together, we will stare our endless dominion and smile.

I love you,

Annie