Captive in your house
Your castle, your prison,
I sit on the staircase
And watch you.
You seem so lonely
So detached, but loving.
And sometimes I feel
That you must be mad!
I'm not sure why I stay.
Perhaps my curiosity
Has latched me in chains.
Or just simply
Your cruel threat
That keeps me still.
They misunderstand you
I'm sure of it.
You've roughly handled me
I will admit that.
Like when you
Threw me to the floor
When I crept into your quarters.
But you never fail to show
This tender, gentle touch.
Like when you rested your hands
Upon my neck and shoulders
As I read to you by firelight.
Night came after a peculiar day.
You seemed so bothered,
So swept away.
You were distracted for sure, but wouldn't say.
So when the sun did finally set.
In the corridor, I made sure we met.
I locked eyes with you for only a heartbeat,
And you must have understood for you followed me.
That night I bid you that you lay
Beside me, and sleep there until day.
It was as innocent as could be
For we didn't even touch.
Just laid there for hours
Watching the other quietly
Until sleep took us over.
And then one brilliant dewy day
From Gothic carved structure we strayed
Out into the unruly lawn.
Sunlight showered the ground
As we walked towards great woods.
I was stopped dead in my tracks
When I heard a voice so sweet
Ringing out from the trees
And gracefully coming to me.
"What could that be?"
I questioned
As you stopped just short
Of falling over me.
"The woods," you said so simply.
"No not the woods,
For they would not sing so sadly," I breathed.
But the sound was so mystic and bewitching!
Not made up of words or anything,
Just sounds! Sweet sounds.
Such sweet mournful sounds!
"But cannot the Earth cry? If it's hurt or feels so empty?"
At this my heart nearly stopped.
I was so shocked at such a line.
And our chins then cheeks barely brushed
As I turned to see your face.
Our lips were but a breath apart,
When I heard myself say
"Thats the most beautiful thing
I've ever heard
The voice, the song, and your words."
And from then on I was in love.
