She stands,


Looking forward,

Prepared for anything,

Arrows across her shoulders,

A blade in one hand,

A bow in the other,

And a black hood,

And heavy stalkings,

Black sleaves to cover her arms,

Another women crouches,

In the distance,

Half hidding,

A hawk flutters around hers,


She runs and she runs and she runs,

Through the dark and swirling myst,

Though the narrow corridors and passageways,

Are those living being lurking in the shadows,

Or just phantasms of her mind.

My maiden why is it you run ?

Are you in a dream ?

A hallucination ?

Or do you run for your life?

I run for freedom !

I run to freedom !

I run because I am Alive !

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phantasmic love

Love, Romance

your eyes touch me like
the petals of a rose
upon my pillow,
soft against my fears.


your hesitance to apply
force upon my desires
melt my doubts,
and my breathing slows.


the gentleness of your smile
feels like a warm weighty blanket upon
my feet, secure and strong,
searching for too long.


the authenticity of your
kindness finds roots
in fertile soil on the
pastures of my soul.


the open door of your heart
becomes an entry towards intrigue
and inspiration returning
from many years lost.


in a place of pure nothingness
waters trickle, then flowing free,
my eyes touch you,
and i remember me.


3:23 AM 5/17/2013 ©

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