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The Legend Of Forever After

The Legend Of Forever After
Kevin Brian Wright 2001

I swam through orchid streams for
You till the tars grew suspicious
And the moon divided the blue serene,
I climbed ten thousand eminent
Mountains for you on my hands and knees
Until I reached the sanctum of gold and
Emerald crowns,
I offered myself to the Gods for you
Just to hold you close within the
Royal days of autumn dance.
Where true romance lives forever after
Through crystal ballrooms, glass
Slippers and silver winged gowns.

Sometimes scathed kingdoms change into
Amber pages,
Through cameos of literary sage
Where singed leaves turn into torn parchment
By the hands of medieval, archers, and mages.

I would wait for you till the sky opens
And the oceans live their blue, black depths,
Until deep, sea shadows freeze to spy
On sweet september
Where phantasms become falling stars
Adrift on a raft of air above the sun
And the heavens become your every breath.

I would wait for you and count each
Wish on my finger
Until dates become letters and spell out
The days of the month,
I would wait for you and write each
Tender word you had for me
A thousand times without pause to chalk a slate,
I would wait for you and second-guess the century
Until it almost speaks to me
Just far enough to call your name
But near enough to catch a star,
I would wait for you and wind away each decade
With breathless nights and golden wings
To paint the sky narrow cause your
All I know of saints.

I cup the same water in the palm of my hands
And name each drop that cleanses my face
As feeble rivers escape through my fingers
Quenching the thirst of the air dry sand,
Before infinite skies of wishing stars,
Forging light through crystal, mountain’s
Creating rainbow meadows like I was holding a
Prism in my hand.

Brooks often pass but fear to spill a prayer
Kingdoms come not so beautiful of yours and mine,
Religious hands reach out to touch you
With simple stories that nature has told,
Letters of majesty find me first awake
In a different time and place to watch you dream,
Into the pages of make believe.

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