Something to Become like Us
Wisdom comes from the silence of the Queens
Knowledge comes from the King’s
Who Become Kings
Ancient sayings you can only create what appears not from what does not appear, circa, 8000 BC.
In the beginning he created salvation the heaven and earth
My Creation comes to me in my Bedchambers before me. Stands with the Moonlight showing behind her through the Panes of Her Life.
She worries about the chaos and confusion that has plague her body all Her life. The kings that have come before her and stole her Love and Identity with the hands of fire. Those kings that rode off on Black Stallions in the Darkness of the Night many years ago.
She worries about the marks of time like whips that left marks on her Creation;
She worries about her hair showing a little grey not as golden and soft as it used to be;
She worries about her cheeks they are not as Rosy as they used to be;
She worries that her lips lost their luster;
She worries about her Breasts they are not as firm as they used to be;
She worries about her tummy it used to be taut and soft;
My Arms and Legs don’t have the same Strength I once possessed.
She drops her Robes in the Windowpanes of the Moonlight behind Her and they slowly slide off her shoulders onto the Dark floor the Throne Room the Bedchambers of Her King.
She stand before me not as a Queen but a young wife, of 17, who took a chance to give me all her Love inside of Her for one Man.
As she comes unto me;
I see her skin the colors of limestone and soft as the finest linens
I see her soft golden hair like the flaxen of wheat falling past her shoulders.
Her eyes the colors of Topaz.
I see Her lips like the colors of Rose’s and Cheeks the colors of petals of the flowers of the field.
I see her Breasts firm but soft like the touch of silk from far away lands.
I see the taut tummy and Arms that carried the pains of labor with little hands of gentleness.
I see her thighs legs that are swifter than gazelles and the Falcons in the air above my Windows the Window Panes in the Sunlight. Strong as the Oxen in the fields.
She lays beside me and presses Her breasts against me. I feel her breathing on my back. I smell the scent of her hair and the perfumes of her Creation. Merchants on sailing ships from far away brought these thing to Her shores.
She plays for awhile like a young wife then she falls asleep like a Queen. Pressing her breast against me and her breathe pressing against my back.
I reach over with strong hands and tap Her on Her Hips. I tell Her you are safe now from the Darkness and I will protect you and Love you the rest of my Life. I drift off to sleep. Tomorrow I will watch her rise in the Morning Sun as a Queen and at night she will return as a Wife
In the Windowpanes of the Bedchambers of a King and a Queen and play like children many years ago. When;
she became chaos and vacancy and darkness over the spirit of salvation vibrating over the surface of the waters.
She took a chance all the Love she saved for one Man and gave it all to Him and told him your are Handsome over the years and I became a King with her little hands that are soft and gentle befitting a Queen of great stature of Dignity , Respect, with the Grace of Beauty bestowed upon Her by Her Father. Who sent Her to me many years ago in my Bedchambers in the Window panes with the sun shining behind them. It took me awhile to see Heaven in Her Eyes of Topaz.
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