Poetry in Slow Motion

I have always thought the term poetry in motion describes a moment in time locked forever in remembrance, forever worshiped in one's mind, but now I realize it is not her steps but the Queen herself my heart worships and only through her do I create and could my words bring slowness and vision upon physical action. To create for her is to blindly portray her wonder reflecting from between the trees, through the lake's moonlit reflection, probably adorned in the finest of shades just to celebrate her with me.

The more I write the further I send her to the ground in a spiraling twirl of decay, some loves are better left hidden and forgotten and even better yet unknown, yet I see her reflecting through all my incarnations as my single Queen, and to hold her in my fingertips I can only dream of, and allow time's decay instead, timeless is my Queen.