That in my heart I'd know,
That everything she seemed to be
Is what she'd always show.
The brilliant sparkle in her eyes
Was the twilight of my dream,
The wondrous blue as summer skies
And skin as smooth as cream.
Lips as soft as pedaled rose
And a tongue like cotton candy,
A finely figured slender nose
And a smile that�s always friendly.
Hair that flowed like desert sand
And teeth as white as pearl,
She held my heart within her hand
She was my only girl.
Her voice was like a symphony
And her love was like a potion,
Her body danced like southern seas
True poetry in motion.
Her essence cast a sultry spell
My soul is trapped forever,
I never thought my heart would fall
And the bond could not be severed.
Her laughter echoed in my mind
It made the dark days bright,
A truer heart I could not find
Her love became my light.
But something twisted in my dream
The feelings fall evasive,
Her love was nothing as it seemed
And the lies were to invasive
The summer skies begin to turn
A grayer shade and pale,
The lovers fire that use to burn
Has flickered now and failed.
The feelings born of sacred love
Has nothing to remember,
With smoldered smoke to rise above
Will die among the embers.
Farewell to love it�s just a thought
And slowly fades away,
But on this journey love was sought
And upon the alter laid.
A sacrifice she had to make
To keep her secret hidden,
A lover�s heart she would not take
His love would be forbidden.
Now in her days she has to know
That love was put to die,
Forsaken now her lover goes
He's lost the will to try.
In a dream I pictured you walking long in dress, in a field of flowers high to your waist, wind drifting delicately through your hair, the aroma of the flowers wafting about and scenting your skin in sweet flavors. The sun was cool this day as so not to burn your tender skin; the sky was a reflection of the brilliance from your crystal blue eyes, the water in the brook, a mirror of your everlasting beauty. The clouds drifting aimlessly along were pillows for you to rest your head. This indeed was a perfect day, a day unlike any other in your life, the pleasures of God were all about you, and your smile a rainbow upon his blessings.
From above a feather falls slowly; carried back and forth in the gentle wind as you watch, your eyes smiling and laughing as it meanders its way towards you, as you extend your hand open the feather finds your warmth and rests securely in your grasp.
Your body spins and twirls amongst the flowers, your long white dress trailing in your wake, arms extended with the feather in your hand, you pull your arms to you and press the feather to your breast, your laughter can be heard through out the ages in this place, your happiness a testament to what you have found, pinched between your fingers the quill of the feather, you trace your lips slowly with the tines, so soft and tender a feeling, such as you have never found, kissing it with pursed lips and closed eyes, you imagine this to be love. Pulling now along the soft skin of your face and your neck, you tickle yourself with the pleasures of this newfound experience and you lust for what it offers.
Many days have passed and many memories were born within this time, the feather so delicate and so beautiful; the plumage of something greater than itself, and given to you from the heavens, a gift to cherish and to adore, kept safely upon your breast and next to your heart, it has become a part of your existence, you fall into dreams with it, and when fully rested, you awaken with it always beside your heart.
You can never imagine, even within in the darkest corners of your heart that this would ever be gone from you, this was yours forever and you would cherish it for an eternity you vow this to the heavens, as you lift your eyes to the sky and pluck the feather from your bosom, holding it, arms outstretched you cry, �This is my destiny and forever my heart will be true to this and no other will I take unto me, my heart I dedicate to this as I am breathing!� You bring the feather to your lips kissing it as a sign of your undying love and dedication.
For many days you cherish the feather, washing it in the cool waters of the brook, drying it in the gentle wind upon the fields, dancing till dusk with the feather next to your heart, all in the world is wonderful, love and memories abound and the skies and the heavens smile upon your love and your dedication and the oath of which you are bound.
One day you awaken, all the flowers dead upon the earth and wilted, the brook which once held your beauty, now flows violently rapid into the fields, the sky no longer a reflection of your eyes, and the clouds have thrown your head from them. The wind cries to you loud and vicious, begging for your explanation, but your eyes are watered, and your heart pounding, you have no words; what have you done? Clutched in your hand a feather not of the same plume, a deception to yourself and to the heavens, a vow that was broken, and a heart that was crushed. You grasp at your breast to find no feather, you search and find crushed beneath your foot, the feather of your heart, quill has been snapped and severed and tines mangled and crushed, as you reach to pick it up the clouds become angry and the sky begins to cry. You hold the feather to the heavens once more a gift you are returning, the clouds part briefly and the sun lights the broken feather within your hand, the wind whispers upon the earth that love has been forsaken and the waters thrash in anger, the feather has been crushed. You hold the feather once more in the palm of your hand, your tears wetting its tines, you pucker your lips and you blow, sending the feather broken into the wind, where it will be carried for an eternity. But the memory of this feather will live within your heart for your eternity, what you have forsaken will haunt your dreams, and will forever be a scar upon your heart where the quill once rested, and as you pulled it from your breast, it scratched this scar as a reminder of what you destroyed.
The sun set on this dream and the darkness awoke me, only to find myself alone, in the cold, broken by a dream and the notion of love.
