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.
Copyright © Terrell Martin | Year Posted 2023
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