Reign

She reigned with eyes that were puddles of pacific blue.

When she spoke the sky lent its ear hearing whatever it was she had to say.

When she titled her face to the clouds they rained hoping to feel her soft skin for just a moment.

But even blue fades with times afflictions.

So when she died the sky turned the clouds into a grave.

Hoping that she'd take her place as queen.

Hoping that with the sky she'd stay.