Legend Has It You'Re a Myth

Legend has it you’re a myth but I remember, we once kissed, not so very long ago, beneath shooting stars and falling snow. You were more mystical than I back then, my secret shadow and dearest friend, searching the heavens and in between life and death for things unseen. I remember how you came and left like a spirit on a travel quest, for something only angels bare wanting more than I could share. In this or any other place I fell for you and your covered face, and nothing more than the love you swore, for me was like a swinging door. The way you teased and pleased me then as if in a dream and tail head-spin, more than any one’s reality could take, to survive, I surmised you were all but fake. Beguiling with your childish charms like a black hole pulled me in beyond, the piercing stare of your sweet, snake eyes blinding me with your deep disguise. Dancing, prancing, romancing, like a queen of hearts and minds, you were killing me, day by day and night by night, loving you was a yearning, burning, dismal delight. Full of anger, worship, and whispered dreams that someday you might marry me, still deceived and full of grace, I prayed someday we would embrace. Until you vanished like a splendid swan as I watched your wake dissipate ‘till you were gone... into a legendary land I’m told comes and goes, like shooting stars and falling snow.