Fortress

Fortress Stone by weathered cobble I build, calloused hands ache in sweet surrender Mortar’d affection of a coalesced consistency, mixed and blended, bound by love’s tether Stacking to heights of protective design Patterned on roaming hillsides, serpentine wanderings, Lush green fields crawl, blue sky diversions, as song birds whistle to the day And I sweat, my brow now drenched, muscles pushed to horizonary boundaries, tattered clothes sway in late afternoon breezes Still I push on, fitting, finding, filling this need Something so precious as glistening morning dreams, crystalline musings, fragile bisque castings Destined for my world, beyond battlefield dawns, sifting serene country settings…quiet peace The long day ends, I marvel at my accomplishment steadfast and suited to defend in sunset flames, turrets of observative reachings soar above timber and heavy iron chain…gated sanctuary Now my love you may rest… beneath starry heavens and comet renderings, upon your bed of satin feathered sighs as with my love, I have built this fortress…around your heart **I was listening to the Sting song “Fortress around your heart” and was inspired to write this one. And for those who noticed, yes I did make up a few words, but I’ll just invoke “poetic license” in those cases : )