The Monarch

Glancing to my window to spy a soul
Bearer. A ruler elucidated
With gold, casting your shadows o’er the smooth
Terrain. Shifting your wings of velvet to
Drift alongside the gradually changing
Wind. You’re delicate, yet fierce. A being
Ethereal in form and eternal in
Spirit. If I could stretch my hands to catch
Your tiger etched wings, I would, cupping
Hands, create a dome to guard you from
The wind. You are endurance, your key is
Perseverance. Reaching your wings as far
As they can stretch, catching the up draft, and
Drifting on, over the valleys and streams to
A hidden world, where you lay that soul to rest.