Fourth Prince of Serendip
All the riches of the Kingdom are mine
The embroidered cloths,
The silver chalice,
The golden earrings
The brocaded silks and satins.
The shredded veil of the Temple that time has rent.
There are no manacles in my mind
The fetters have fallen away
The chains are dust
The contract voided, my psyche set free.
Terror has become awe.
I am no longer an artist without a medium
Or a scientist with no discipline.
The two of me are one
In wedded bliss.
And I have found my Princess!
Copyright © Gary Thomas | Year Posted 2013
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