All the King's Men

Beneath the Crusty Earth tuft, Cities of Gold exist
And little people, gnomes and such,
Brew potions in the mist.
Lovers questions answered, they sing out into the mist

A lady fair and forlorn
with Love's regection heavy
Upon her Spirit's wings and feet
She Asked for sweet relief.

From all the sleepless, dreamless nights
In calling to her love
Not understanding failure's cause,
Her heart flew as a Dove,

No thoughts or prayers could quell her fears
Of everlasting pain and tears
Of separation's lonely peers
From eyes of mind's demise

The Gnomes flew quickly to and Fro
To mix the herbs with Silver snow
And file the Crystal's purple dust
Into her mouthful, piercing lust

Twas not her birthing into Real
Her lover's start was his with zeal
He caused her Soul to whirl and dance
The Pain was payment for this chance

To feel alive, like birthing stars
To feel the passion, Red as Mars
To breath like rythms quick and far
To reach his heart, His heart was hers

That in the darkness, none may know
the final outcomes of the heart
Tho' beat as true, the pain will
chard the Soul as blistering glass on Coals

So now her memories few but wild
The exstatic fun that made her smile
Need not be taken like a prize
Including peering in his eyes

Imagination, her closest friend
Her lover is true and steady
His promise cradles her urge to mend
His kisses are ever ready

Her visit to the Gnomes are few
If only to puff her slumber to
Lands far into her lover's lair
To smell the fragrance of his hair

Imagination, as she dreams
Finds rest upon the river's gleaming
Her lover's heart an ember flying free
His mercy finds her dreaming in his dreams

4/3/12