Queen of Tranquility - A Short Poem

This is a short poem I wrote back in 2014. Please, have a read of it
and let me know what you ponder.

Queen of Tranquility

There exists a lively valley

of great depth yet unknown,

centered sits a delusioned King

on a cold, stone-carved throne.

Vibrant waterfalls vigorously rush down

supplying life and richness for all;

carving into land its' meandering paths,

before finally winding to a crawl.

Ever-shackled is the immobile King,

iron-poured are the chimeric chains,

a key for the all-binding lock

seemingly lost in cerebral strains.

Yearning for His misplaced Queen,

to free him from this cursed bind.

From dawn 'til dusk He shall wait

to bring calm to a stirred mind.

Wings extended to the horizon

have not ever quite flown

on a quiet, dreary, vapid breeze

of but pure loneliness alone.

Timelessly locked into this place,

ghastly beings wander the valley floor,

In One's imagining of much greater things

does His clear essence freely soar.

Till these chains return to naught

the lock clasped shut does wear

attempts to open it as Sun rolls by

echoes out through night-chilled air.

Someday these shackles shall be shed,

this lively valley has yet to bear;

The stillness and silence in its center,

of a cold, stone-carved, empty chair.