Lover of the night am I,
yet night has little joyous mean,
when arms reach out
to hold a vacant dream
and lips which long to kiss
remain firmly ensconced in lines
of aloneness and despair
created from his hurtful lies.
Lover of the night am I,
though tears escape my frozen lids
while aching heart so nearly broken
barely beats alive within
and impossible realities
abort all thoughts
of peaceful rest
and love that still is not
But yet the night is comforting,
a velvet cloak to hide behind
to soften bitter edge of day
as sunset dusk will shadows rise
to open doors of promised love
of which the mind will not let go
though signs of future hope
do all say no.
Lover of the night am I
holding dreams that never die.
QUESTIONS OF A DREAMER
What makes a dream become much more,
when night time opens hidden doors?
Why shall we dream of unknown love,
is such a portent from above?
Or dream of friends from long ago
to wake and once more miss them so.
These ones will often come at night
to true appear in next days' light.
Why dream of other places, times
and feel belonging-a true sign?
What makes a dream more than a wish
or more than memories last kiss?
Where does night end and day begin
and are the shadows more than friends?
HEIGHTS OF FANTASY
Ride with me through dreams of love
nectar flowing from above.
Daytime fades to force of night
join with you in soft starlight.
Drink with me of passion’s chalice
fly with me to distant palace.
Perch on edge of battlements
knowing what the Gods have sent.
Sit with me upon the moon
dream the dream of coming soon.
Lay me down in velvet night
feel the heat as we ignite.
Rapt illusion of my heart
with the dawn do you depart?
Choose to fly so high and free
come my fine knight, come to me
DARK KNIGHT
Oh darkest knight who owns my heart
why did you hurt me so?
You left me helpless in the sand,
but why I'll never know.
A self professed true man of steel
that's who you were to me.
Yet such a man would ne'er deny
a love so meant to be.
I saw a vision of a knight
who rode past miles of dreams.
A knight with heart so full of love,
you were not as you seemed.
You offered me a chalice full
of wine so sweet to drink
and then you threw it out to sea
and coldly watched it sink.
So now I stand bereft, alone,
no future left to see.
Just broken love so crumpled up
and pieces left of me.
Yet on a cloudless sunny day,
if I look very close
I see you turn your horse to me
and ride with me towards hope.
I WAS
I was your true desire
your freedom to be you
I was your girl of fire
our love made life feel new.
You were my dreamt of passion
my knight from realms of old
you offered me such magic
but left me in the cold.
Now you're just a memory
and I'm someone you knew
A little touch of heaven
when I am feeling blue.
And yet, do you remember
my touch of crimson wine?
Or has your heart forgotten
the days when you were mine?
When coldness lives within you
and love has gone to stay,
will you think back with longing
and dream our better days?
THE PHANTOM KNIGHT
Twas once a Knight of passions deeds
who rode into her heart with force
he knew the things that she did need
and with his sword, he changed her course.
No longer was she satisfied
with absent love and yearnings deep
he led her to the edge of lies
denial, nothing left to keep.
He touched her heart and then her soul
he made her his true princess bride
but since he left, she's grown so cold
with no recourse, she only cries.
Yes such a Knight does true exist
But cruelly he withdrew his kiss.
Dream On
Through misty clouds of absent love
arrives my answer from above
A knock upon the broken door
to prove again, what was before.
He came through time to make a stand
to love with me, to be my man
on horse of white, his valiant steed
he shows himself, just who I need.
In fantasy, he's cloaked in gold
his purpose, to tell stories old
of days of wine, and knights of rose
of open heart, no longer closed.
A moonbeam lit, to show his way
to happiness returned today
but only if I sleep it through
for with the dawn, my loss..anew.
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