#WritcoPoemPrompt120
The wind carried words through the sky that blew thee,
Lying on a velvet swing,
Swinging under a tree,
Whilst waiting for the King,
Eager to waiting to see
Him in all his majesty
Appear in front of poor me

He did appear eventually
as majestisc as the blue sea
power radiating from him
I knew him he didn't know me
Each step he took was perfect
I tried to move in closely
But I eventually gave up
He was miles away from me

© Ultra