A Wish, One To Keep

Somewhere you turned down this path
In stories kept pressed to your chest
You believed in a wish, one to keep
And once you told me,
There are not too many good guys left
You my dear are one of the last
Say the words and I’ll come running
Your visions of being the hero
Have met within dawn’s end
Look to me to pick up the sword
That’s been laid across the table
Pocket watch to tell the time
Compass to guide the morals of a heart
That I am trying to find
Open eyes and a hand that reaches
For truth and light,
Turning towards the ones
Who seek the ones that protect and guide
Darling, all I can do is kiss your cheek
And tell you within a dream
I’ll protect you though the night…

Behind the Looking Glass

When a milkyway goes
Through another milkyway,
And a white rabbit leads
The lost down a hole
Into a universe where hopes
In the end remain standing,
And dreams shine on
Like stars that will be counted
For the entirety of one’s days.
There’s a compass
In the shape of a thought,
Meant to be followed
Wherever it may lead.
And whatever the road,
He walks with the speed of memories.
A Cheshire grin,
A Mad-Hatter’s mind,
A card between his fingers,
And a pocket watch close to his heart.
There were moments when he hoped
For more accidental coincidences.
Moments, where he could catch
A glimpse of the girl
Behind the looking glass.
A hand to the mirror,
A silent mouthed out wish.
“I don’t know you,
But I need more time.
Promise me you’ll be mine…”

Catch Me

I was a quick-wit girl
Searching too deep for dreams
Your tigers-eye hues
Following the map set out before you
Then when you reached the fence
I ran further through the dark garden
Stole a glance towards you
And called out for you to come chase me

Have you lost me?
Knight in twilight armor.
Or do you know exactly where I am?
My heart like a timpani drum
The sun is setting

Now I’m a gypsy dancing through melodies
Holding close my hopes in a bottle
Waiting for you to find me
Finding myself deeper into the fields of flowers
Listening to the wind whisper your words back to me
Those old fairy-tales keep surrounding me
Your instincts unwavering against the world around us

Have you lost me?
Man with a heart so close to mine.
Or do you know exactly where I am?
My heart like a timpani drum
The sun now set.

All that’s left is to find me…

The Knight vs. The Prince

I’ll tell you a tale, a tale of a woman twenty-two years young, who realized a different side of herself while clutching to a leather bound journal while taking up space on the floor. Black heels, patterned little black dress, a white smile against the cold. The only thing missing was staring into a pair of loving eyes with the same damned smile with a drink in hand and a melody to send off her thoughts. Her hiding spot lied in memories she had of the ones who had imprinted themselves on to her heart. A shadow was all she had ever known, a one sided heart she hadn’t given to anyone else. Sitting in the doorway, legs crossed, she looked into the hallway and thought of where she wanted to go, as she had left her knight waiting for a reply to the question he had asked her the night before. She didn’t have the answer he was aiming for, he had known for years her heart had never wavered from the prince who danced with her at midnight, a prince who would whisper anything to get her to stay in his arms. But the knight, who kept his eye on her, who wanted her, didn’t know the depth of her smile the way her prince did nor how terribly alone she was without him.

A Knight Not Keeping Time

I’ll tell you the tale, a tale of a man who wore a lavender cloak the color of the swift twilight and of the beautiful dawn. A knight trapped in an alternative world filled with roses red, and columns ruined with age. Singing songs for the hopeless, writing words for the romantics. A soul marked by shadows and a heart reaching out for some hope, he was a man of truth, who constantly searched for the light within his own heart. No one knew the secrets that he kept, nor what was inside his head. The other side of him a mystery to those he fought alongside, but to him the other side of him was the enemy. Dangling a pocket watch, the chain wrapped around his fingers, time meant nothing when he sat looking up at the sky, knowing it just felt like forever sitting alone inside his head. He’d sit for hours watching the sunrise and the sunset, reading a message someone had put out to the universe once before, a response he’d give but he didn’t know if that girl would ever get his answer. A love that was true, but he’d never get to hand deliver the message that was only meant for her.

The Knight and A Queen

“I’ll tell you the tale of a woman, a woman who was the leader of a gypsy clan, who once had as many riches as any king could have. To save the life of her lover, she allowed herself to be captured. She handed over all her riches, all her stones and coins, furs, and secrets, silver and gold. But she’d keep the sun. A king’s most secret trusted friend and right hand knight was given this woman as a
gift. Months later a child she’d carry. To kill two was what she needed to do. But by fate the woman couldn’t take her child’s first breath away, so she took her own instead. A child of a gypsy queen, a daughter to the best friend of a king. Trapped within palace walls the child was raised until a fated night the child who was now of age was taken away.”