Shall I tell you of My Snow Queen
when I met her long ago
or shall I tell you of her divinity
the one I've come to know?
You can describe the restless wind
with thunder or with awe
But, you explain her majesty
she's simply what you saw.
Regal in her dressing gown
all draped in snow and stars.
Her silken crown adopts the brow
that saved me from my czar.
And still she stands way 'bove me
Am I to sit and stare
Am I to ever honor her
but never go to where ...
Where all the truth poetry within
has come to rest,
Like some mighty sculptured piece
the noblest and best,
To shine and speak and show to me
the truth to what I know,
But, before I'd even spoken though
She'd gone, she had to go.
By Linda A. Copp