Darker and lower, the notes you sing,
Alive are the shadows of your spring,
We dance together a moonlit trail,
And learn another dead fairy tale,
Now rest in my arms, dear sweet knight,
There are stars to reach, sorrows to fight,
Will you sleep to the morning's end?
Or wait for the scars and wound to mend?
Hiding beneath the dreams you lost,
My love for you, it has no cost,
And yet you search for what it means,
You thought your slumber will be unseen,
Until the rising of a new sun,
Wonder shall circle the chosen one,
Of a forbidden dawn and dying night,
And the rose that fades from your weary sight...
Shall I wear the lies in stormy rain?
Shall I cry some tears to ease your pain?
May I see your face behind the mask?
And give an answer before you ask?
Your hand touches my soulful tenderness,
Your heart beats unending loneliness,
The seeds of this love shall grow no more,
Our story shall stay a legend, a lore...
Mimi Fakhira
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/our-story-12/
