They had broken in on a
twilight evening; a silent
ambush in the name of love
on silent feet to a waiting ship they ran,
with their Beloved cradled in their arms
(they carried him; he could not run anymore)
they fled across the Desert
and the King’s Hound followed
in pursuit of his own brother.
I recently got some major Truth Bombs dropped on me regarding past lives. I’ll be writing poetry to work through my mixed emotions.
He told me in his Kingdom
I would never wear white;
my Love draped me in blue
the colors of the Sky and Sea.
I fell in love; first with him, then
his Kingdom, with a Place where my
life would never be arranged, where
my so-called “destiny” could not touch me.
But now it is back, and again I will flee
(for a thousand lives if need be)
flee once again across the sky and sea,
until my Heart finds Home.
“Go, if you
My love, you
are not a King now;
these four white walls
cannot hold a soul
in this much
This has torn you apart
I can see that, and I
will still love you
beyond your ruins.
I will stay
During the Hunt, you fell in love
with a man with eyes of burning gold.
He watches you as you study the stars
his eyes soft with affection (you do not
know it yet, but he loves you to.)
In these moments when he is not a King,
and you are not his guide to the frenzy
of the Wild Hunt. Those in-between times
are when your feelings become known.
“If you could have anything at all,” you asked him.
He smiled; he said he’d like a kiss, and for both of you
to stay together (if that were possible when this journey ended.)
This is how your love story begins, in
a quiet moment sitting by the fireside.
I wish I could step inside your memories.
To feel the train rumbling beneath my feet, as
the two of you plot wherever you’re off to next, pouring
over maps in the grand adventure that is your life together.
Where are you going now–in this fragment in time?
In this moment you are both young; simply wanderers,
best friends, and lovers that no one can separate.
Is this before death and sorrow tore you apart?
Before the sea became your refuge, before the crown
was a heavy weight you gladly chose to bear?
Your hands trace the map like you
have the entire world at your feet
(you are a Prince, of course you do)
and all of eternity to explore it.
With the person you love most at your side.
Right now you are simply together
two young men in love, with autumn’s
beauty speeding by, with the train lulling
you to sleep, with your head on his chest,
and his heart beating in your dreams.