Queen of Cups and the Deep
She sits where tide and silence meet,
a chalice cupped in tender hands
not empty, no just hidden deep.
She is the Mother, soft and wide,
who cradles ache with knowing eyes.
The world finds rest within her tide,
its sorrows rocked to lullabies.
She is the Lover/Muse, flame of grace,
who drinks the soul through lover’s gaze.
In every glance, a sacred place
where longing burns but never razes.
She is the Queen, alone
but not untouched—her strength is clear.
She guards her shore, she shapes her throne,
with fierce compassion, not with fear.
She is the Mystic, listening still
to voices none but she can name.
Her body is the moon’s own will,
her heart, the lamp in dream and flame.
So when she stirs in you, take care,
the Queen of Cups who walks the inner sea.
She holds what few would ever dare:
the self that dares to fully be.
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