I realize I'm home.
A cool draft
smacks my face
this early morn.
It's eye-opening,
so stark,
I've been gone
way too long,

I remember our song
and softly hum
its hypnotic-tune.
Such gentle
soothing mandolins
in beautiful rhythm
with the birch blades
twirling constantly,
like they always do.

As I lie here
listening,
I hear the thermostat
intermittently
kick in
and I curl up
all alone.
My chin is nestled
in my palm,
already
dreaming,
wishing,
hoping for your light.

I think,
if you only knew,
I silently scream,
"My kingdom
for my fair Lady....
to greet the rising sun,
this raw glistening."

I search the ceiling,
my entire universe,
for your sparkly starlet eyes....
I miss you so much,
my Queen.
Loneliness is not regal....