My (Dead) Queen Diaries Poem by Armando Pribadi

Everlasting spring blooms our spirits away,
Guiding your body lying next to me,
Look,
there is something in your face that make you looks beautiful,
an overflowing happiness I smell when you here beside me,
warriors we imagine guiding bonds we share,
a hand touching our barren skies,
but when I turn my eyes,
you’re the most beautiful cloud itself...

It is summer we have now,
I wonder how long we sleep here, on a quieter trace of paradise,
until your sleeps awaken?
or until my wakes sleeping?

The answer of my questions now must be resting beneath your very feet,
defending a mighty tales below your sweetest love,
a love that I trade with your sorrows,
a happy ending that I trusted,
but in the end of the road,
I just found you there,
lying...
drowned deep in a seabed.

It is now autumn,
now love is no longer a beauty word,
because deep in the depth of our dreams,
falling leaves crowning your head,
making you a queen in our kingdom,
the only kingdom whose throne I believed to wield,
yet it’s you my queen whose tears gave me unbeknown ballads,
as the last smile emerged from your dead body.

In this snowy winter,
this man still praying for an added riddle in your painful story,
for the one who’ll be the king in our kingdom,
for the last story,
the only bad writings this man could ever touch from your journey,
exchanging my breath till your eyes opened,
till your hears retaken,
so you can see me saying “I love you”
...
...
And I’ll open a bridge to your throne,
dear my dead queen...