There was a morning when I awoke,

And realised that I had dreamt no more.

Resolved to have let go of the past,

In limbo I floated, given up on the future.

Formless, Selfless, I tasted nothingness.

For aeons long did that second live, in which I wandered alone...

Redeemed by the purging fire of your spirit awakening,

Your dawn my salvation,

Urging opening of flowers to release forgotten nectar,

Thus quenched the thirst of this deserted scorched heart.

We drank of each other. Perfection.

Like the ethereal silk that binds together,

Stars and king's legends from mist shrouded past,

So too are you to me - majestic.

Appearing now that I am able and ready to see you.

Clarifying my vision for now I shall see,

I dreamt no more, nor had I need to.

Here, stood before me a timeless promise.

Here presented before me, my destiny.

Sorrow descend upon my heart,

Whence the winter of my soul came,

Your eyes like blue ice now burn me cold,

Rob the smile from me, oh queen

Lustful thoughts invoked once fired my kiln,

Now rip from my heart shards of life.

You lift me up to the heavens,

Your flirtations intoxicate my mind,

Sweet smell of your false innocence,

Cloud my judgment and fuel my courage.

But now I lie in this broken iced wasteland,

No more your golden hair warms me.

Far gone your hypnotic voice,

Ghostly echo's in the howling wind.

Why do you torment me with your vision?

How long does a heart yearn before breaking?

Calm now the beast within me,

Leave me not in this anguished place.

Why am I lost,

Where is my ground,

What is this angelic lashing that I hear,

How does my feet not find their bearing?

Thoughts,

Fleeting then forgotten,

Started purpose like morning mists quickly gone.

Energy rushes through me like wild horses,

Yet my limbs, as insolent servants, obey not my will.

Oh eyes.... mine eyes,

I laugh at you for I cannot focus.

Yet all around me I recognise love,

Pulsing from my brethren, this family, my crowd.

At one with the conscious,

Powerfully our spirits lift each other higher,

While the raised emperor expertly grinds the joy,

His coliseum shakes as the speakers roar.

My place, this love.

Not mindful of the dawns light breaking.