Royal Palace
the royal palace in the mountain's shadow
with the vixen so subtle
in the sweetness of knowing what it is to have her in the night
beautifully wrought dreams wrapped in her delicate hands
but the dream most desired is in the simple truth of her smile
the honest beauty of her open heart
the long night gives way slowly
as dawns stain spreads across the cloudless sky
birds once again discover voices
the world rouses itself like lumbering giant
i creep out the motel door
while the vixen lounges in a salty mix
of cheap perfume and chemicals
the morning light leaves little doubt of intentions
it reveals all too much of ill conceived
shuffling faces show weary hearts
make peace with your yesterday's
gather your baubles with more than casual delight
for they are all you will have to show
for this nights sweaty labors
for this nights strange paths
but now that morning has come
and i creep out the motel door
i know the way i have come is forever gone
and i now must plunder new palaces under a distant sun
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