Knighted


There is a knight who walks my dreams... Love flowing from his eyes of liquid streams...

I know not his name nor can I see his face... and yet I have felt the warmth of his passionate embrace...

When my eyes are closed in slumber and in sleep... He comes a wandering by to kiss my waiting lips so deep...

I long to stay there with him, I want to know his name... and yet he leaves me just as quickly as from whence he came...

Swirling puffs from the nostrils of his snowy steed... Who waits in the shadows; from the tree to be freed...

Away they go, flying off into the mist... I run after them, falling, I cut my wrist..

But the pain is not coming from my fleshly wound, but rather my heart that was burried in some dusty forgotten tomb...

It started beating the moment we met... and in it's secret chambers he released all my old regrets...

So every night I long to drift far into this space...

Where my one true love awakens me, and long last I can look upon his face...


~ ~ ~ Vonda Carol Mullins (c)2006