The Morning Star

....And while I gaze inside Your eyes Toward these depths of your priceless heart In search of longings that have caressed my soul Wondering, as a nomad across these planes.... For where you live and where you dream These dreams that breathe, their breath for me Your beauties, which I had never known.... As a star amid the celestial night It is your treasure, that I have sought and seek That shall eternally guide this princes path Unto the always, and the forever beyound.... Before these moments that have marked this place With glitters upon its golden glass Its chalice once filled with sweetened wine Which grew bitter, as the new day dawned The flower that withered within these hands That once thought itself, but a brightened rose.... And as I gaze inside your eyes Unto the distant of a yearning soul A nomad I have searched and been Upon the planes of dust, this prince Waiting, for the King of time.... Who breathed his breath of hope in me The dreams of life that life once dreamt Within a world, that he could never hold? ........................................................Holding............. ************************************************** .................................................The Morning Star *