My dear king, where are you
I drink my glass of wine
in the shades of trees
of the courtyard
protected by the castle walls
And I look out for you
over the town,
the river and the hills
While a summer breeze
blows through my head
and strokes my cheeks
And I could conquer worlds now
and create by my poetry
My sight is so clear
My army so strong
But would it matter
as my glass is half full
And you did not yet appear?
Would it matter
That the flags are raised,
the cannons are loaded,
the table’s set,
and I toast to us
even though
There is only one glass
And there is just me
and the endless horizon
to gaze at?
Yes it matters
that the sun is shining
the king is always expected
And although my glass is empty
My veins are filled
with glowing warmth
As the throne of a king
is in a queen’s heart
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