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Gypsy Princess Wind
He walks like the wind
through my dreams,
with pale angel eyes of death,
Like looking into a mirror,
back at china eyes,
interwoven with tears,
tears of red fury
and salty blood.
He feels me,
like a gypsy princess
running barefoot through the fields
of his memory's mist
We walk
to this dark palace
this place
where no rain falls
This dreary tomb
of shadowed love
that lines the path
to rhapsody;
Drink me
with your thirsty eyes,
but taste me not
I say;
let the violent scene
merge
in subtle abrasions,
As we dance in the flames,
lighting the long dead embers;
I feel the fear
of my fire's weakness,
burn me from within.
The substanceless flavor
of franti immersion
emblazon sapphire
in the back
of blackness
of my memory;
I remember it
but he only dreams it.
Like a whisper behind the eyes
Fear not
for I take the delicate lies,
submerge them
in the crimson peace
that scathes this heaven;
Hush now,
in silence
we listen
to the beating of hearts,
thundering,
like the Phantom's opera;
In my silent eyes
I beg him
to bless me with his fierce tears
while mine disperse
like wounded soldiers.
and I sing him
to sleep

Dusk's wishes
We walked,
lingering in the stillness of the moonlight
The resonance of your breath
capturing my heart;
becoming silent
your stormy eyes
penetrating the night
Giving in to reality's dream
your poignant whispers
surging through me
settled in the September dusk
like the stars we've wished on