In My Heart a Genie

If only in my heart...There would have been ~ A genie...Awoken.....Mid not-lightly slumbers... Instead of a toy knight.. Broken by the fall... Whereupon unfairness became a desire.. Mid novels of new-fledged generations.. Yon nightingale ages ~ Of virgin songs... "Murmuring" ~ Many plains o'er my head... Guarded by an embrace.. That once drunken'd me... Whilst the dread of darkness...Remains a calm ~ Of unsettling...Bound by an anchor that clutches ~ My breath's attention.... Yet dismay n'er shall ~ Be mine only scholarship... Midst my trace... A single tear is only a seed mid roots... Of a sapling ~ A parent to a gentle weep..