we
reached that dreamed of high
our
fantasy became fact
upon the
towering spire
we dared
not look back
the wild
winds of passion
stir deep
within our souls
higher
and higher we rode
only
embers left of coals
Sol
chased Luna to her keep
with the
promise of anew
the world
sung our song
and
painted the roses with dew
our thoughts
returned to older
we feared
that endless fall
looking
over our shoulder
our wings
became surreal
releasing
the belief
our love
collapsed it ruin
walls of
burning ash surround
no where
to turn or run
I am
sorry
I love
you
I miss
you
I love
you
I need
you
I love
you
I want
you
I love
you
© Oct 6, 2011 ~ DBC, Duke of the Arctic
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