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.............
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.................................................The Morning Star *
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