A fierce wind howls, and dark clouds race across the horizon,
and beneath a hood draped over his face, a man whispers;
of a vast land with wild waters, of streaking sunrises and sunsets,
and woodlands in a thousand glorious shades and colors.
The Prince of Time, has heard her prayers calling for him,
past time and destiny and beyond- her tears have beckoned;
his mission, to find her and together they will dwell in his world,
she has dreamt of him, though his face is always darkened.
Yet, she loves him with all her heart and soul- this she knows,
over mountain peaks high and rivers and woods wild, he journeys;
now, he stands in the shadows in her room, in the mist of dawn,
hair in tangles, her skin ivory- she gives breath to his fantasies.
a bird is singing and her room smells of the forest as she rises,
a soft touch has awaken her, a lover's caress so slight.
All that day she is haunted with unknown feelings and loneliness,
wandering the garden, she walks lost in dreamy thoughts brazen;
he watches from the foliage and whispers, "the time is soon,"
she hesitates- listening, then he fades away in the dappled sun.
That evening soft candlelight flickers on the walls of her room,
it casts shadows in the corners- a breeze fills the silence;
she sits at her dressing table, brushing her hair until it shines,
suddenly, a wind catches the strands and tangles the brilliance.
He stands behind her waiting and slowly removes his hood,
but she has no fear, as she stares at him in the mirror;
she has been waiting- as he twines his fingers through her hair,
then leading her to the bed, he whispers, "it is time dreamer."
She is found in the morning, peaceful- deathly still,
her face so pale against the white sheets, her lips lush red;
the rain gently falls on her coffin as mourners bow as,
two spirits float away.
September 9, 2019
(based on my poem "The Prince of Time''
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