My Princess

The breath of the moon glides on the winds of the night
echoing it's mystic reflection from the panes of the glimmering glass
into the dark of my eyes.
Turning once and peeling my thoughts from the sky back inside
where thoughts of you linger since last we spoke.
At once to dreaming of the pure heaven of your touch,
the sweet taste of your kiss
and the pure innocence in your heart.
You, my dear, an angel of Avalon,
and I purely a fragment of the once Phantom of Babylon.
Ah, but to you only your dark prince
and nothing of the tragic soul that others see.
Your true love blinds you to the distance in me,
the lock unturned that denies the rest of the world.
In our reality,
this dream that we dance,
solely unto ourselves, no barriers exist,
only the open doorways and windows for starlight can be.
I am open to you as you are to me.
Hand in hand and hearts as one.
And bonds of steel and starlight,
a circle of the strongest magic and the purity of love
like milk and honey down from heaven into our souls.
Such that we endure for this love,
such patience for a waiting kiss.
All that we take and all that we create
to call the heart for a promise of loyalty and understanding.
One thousand years in the making
and time has forged the bridge I cross to you.
Though great be the distance
each step is assured and every breath
brings me one day closer
to the beauty that is you.
Listen close my love,
the midnight winds bring my lips to yours.
Beneath the streetlight in the milky Autumn mist.
The one who finds for you all that you have lost,
the one who reveals all the secrets of your dreams.
So taken by the passion in you,
by what you know of being alone
and the way the pictures of the past
fade away from you when we walk together.
By the whispered kiss in your southern tongue
and the solemn grace that is lost in the waves of our dream.
My love for you flows deeper than you know.
Let those lost souls who seek to blind us
and the refuse of sadness that pray for our demise
fall into the webs of their own cold treachery.
Like ignorant children
let them kindle the fires that will eventually consume them
when they play with the flames of our love.
Drink deeply of this dream my dear,
let it fill you with its warmth.

My passion is limitless,

my dreams are endless,

my love for you...

Immortal

Poetry