Dreams of the Past

I dream of his shaking voice
his question “who are you?”
still resonating when I wake.

I dream of the stars reaching down
to court him, to lift him up, I dream
again of a ship sailing the stars.

I dream of the past
that I missed.

Forgiveness (Devotional December)

Our Family should have never been torn apart,
and your Heart should have never been broken
by losing your Father to conspiracy and greed.

Even with claims of “destiny” and the “greater good,”
(which you saw right through, it was far too late to regret)
I wish I’d never heard you scream in rage at learning of
your Father’s deepest secrets being torn into the light.

There is no forgiveness for those
who handed me a cup of poison, and
made your eyes turn black with grief.

He Stands for Justice

For the King of All Darkness; a story he has told me about his past, put into poetry form at his request.

He holds his blades high, in the shining light of the moon, as
evening descends to true night time.  One he loves dearly has been
stolen from him, and his steps on snow are silent.  There is a
time and place to take matters (and knives) into his own hands,
and his child being taken from him is one of them.  This is
not a time to stay still and do nothing; he is facing down possible
death, and he knows this–but he has died before, and that single
shattering event left him mute and covered with scars.  He will never
forsake the child he loves, and his life for his son’s may be his undoing.
On this night his blades will fly, and he will walk from the burning
rubble with his son cradled in his arms.  He has walked from ruin before,
just not in King’s whites that are stained in fire and blood.  Grief is
useless at this moment; what matters is that his son is breathing, that his
son is alive.  The moon shines down upon them, and a fire is burning behind
them, to destroy what remains of this trauma.  Vengeance has been sought,
in retribution for far more than the King’s son being kidnapped.  There is a
change in him now, a hardness to his eyes as he strides through the snow;
even he can become rage incarnate when one from his Heart is broken.

For The Past (II)

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.

For The Past (I)

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.



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.

Traveler’s Memories

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.