My Queen

When I lay with my queen 

I loose myself finding nothing

I lay with no effort to dream 

Captured within her vague memory of nothingness 

Like the freedom of emotions 

Not love or hate 

We lay free 

No yearn for good food to quench the thirst of nothing but filled hunger of emptiness 

We lay free 

Void of goals or aims 

Our life has no struggle 

No shields of wrath and brokenness 

Her companion makes the world powerless over us 

My queen's calmness is nature's touch on free minds