Still Life (Collab with Abel)

In the shadows where night falls,
a gentle lullaby sweetly calls
to a place where knights and maidens dream
upon the fringes of their yet-to-be’s.
Like gossamer lines the evening sky,
slumber is a peace without how, when or why
that leads to enchanted fields where love grows,
born from root up and enduring as the rose
As the night meets the early morn’
and tears no longer trickle warm
except in gratitude, happiness – content
that promise of us is what always was meant.

In outlines where the flowers bloom
the so-soft rustle of lashes plume
through fields of gold and lavender
where sails are set for levanter
to gaze upon the sun drenched sky
that warms the heart and wets the eye.
In summer’s wake where shadows seen
are pirouettes of kings and queens
when daylight takes the night in hand,
lets loose a fire across the land
of chivalry and clover's scent
through pages turned and chances spent.

To dare against the odds to stand,
united front locked hand in hand
like regal victors to behold,
forever young as time untold
where mountains meet the starry sky
and twilight’s riches fill the eye.
No force on earth or those above
could bring to ruin a simple love,
as nature like a beast will tempt
all who know no circumspect,
a navigator that’s clear in course
will always find his way True North.

Of tell-tale hearts and simple lines,
whispers bud upon the vines,
a journey from one’s soul to hear
one’s sentiment comes crystal-clear
to thread the eye and tie it tight,
love sews the wing that lifts the kite.
Knowing, lost, we’ll never be
for all is found when fear’s set free,
no chain nor rope or anchors hold
will shackle love when fate’s foretold,
don’t put it in your pocket, deep,
for giving is the way to keep.