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Chris Jul 2015
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She reached for the ribbons of her gown
not knowing why, but she held them in her hand
as she floated through the ever changing mist,
whites and grays in a swirling pattern,
mesmerizing in blends and shifts,
blurred yet possessing a clarity she could not explain
or cared to think about right now

She looked down on herself in her bed sobbing,
clutching tightly a dampened pillow, lonely, missing…
now confused as a peaceful awareness
wrapped about her warmly,

caressing her spirit, washing away the pain,
the sadness, the torment which she fought now to remember
as it drifted below, creating new shadows about her feet
but distant, never forgotten, she couldn’t, it was promised…

Once more the satin ribbons were pulled gently, guided
as if a feather laced kite on a silver string embracing blue skies,
dancing about in the slow rhythm, spun in clouded dreams,
breathless she soars higher, it seems towards the sun
or perhaps a light of a different source, it felt soft, cool
beckoning her and she yearned for it…
for some reason it felt right

Stars swept past her in wiry glistening designs
like a sparkler at a summer cookout waved through the air
in abstract lemonade glowings and apple pie tickles  
and she smiled, for the first time in a long time as the 
moon disappeared on the horizon, embracing this experience
She continued allowing the tender tugs on her ribbons to
move her freely, when she felt something, it was a hand on
hers, helping her hold the ribbons, it felt familiar,
safe, comforting

When she saw his eyes, as clear as she had ever seen anything,
deep and friendly, soothing
just as she had remembered…remembered?
He took her by the hands and he came even more into focus
“Hi there, I have missed you,”  he sighed and she knew it was him
He was here, wherever here was, holding her now as he said,
“I promised I would love you eternally, I couldn't have you then,
so I have waited for you"    
She cried , happy tears as she whispered. “You did, you did, is this…”

“Shhh,” he placed a caring finger to her lips…
*”This is our eternity my love”
Good night beautiful
Chris Jul 2015
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An aura pink of painted sky,
breathless thoughts float free the breeze
while footprints in fresh dew outline
tiger lilies dancing along a fence line of dreams
and I breathe in you, for your scent is my heaven
on this slumbered morn in early hour’d moments
when my heart beat is my alarm
awakening me to another glorious day
*alive within the sunshine of your love
Good morning Beautiful

Thank you to Cream for the title.
Chris Jul 2015
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Fireflies float silently on this
whispered night resembling
stardust shimmers dancing
playfully on a black velvet sky
Your hand in mine, as we walk
breathing in the essence of twilight
following the glistening glow
down a winding pathway leading
to a clearing in the dense trees
where we sit, watching the
hustle and bustle of the city below
It is our city, where we work and play
but this is our spot were we go
to get away from it all,
to share our love
alone in the serenity  
*of our perfect evening
Good night Beautiful
Chris Jul 2015
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The startled crowd his side did rush
As slow upon the ground he fell
Seeping blood, a worried hush
“Your Majesty” a voice did yell

Shoving bodies, pushing through
A sentry wrought of silver chain
“Find the healer” his command
Echoed of this loud exclaim

He helped the king to stand his feet
An arm in offered steady sure
A glance about, he’d not repeat
Uncertain moments to endure

Towards the castle, cobbled pace
Another came, assistance felt
And then appeared the healer’s face
Before his king, he fell and knelt

A weaker state with eyes now glass
Consciousness began to seep
“Bring him to the castle quick,
the wound received near fatal deep”

Once within the lighted glare
Upon a bed of feathered fill
The king was laid, comforted care  
With prayers of strength and endless will

Breath now weak, pulsing slow
The healer plied his knowledge true
Pressure to the wounded flow
Hoping best for what to do

When then of listless tethered word
Through thoughts of love and soft confide
The king he spoke, these words were heard
*"Summons my queen to here my side"
Part 3.  You should realy read part 1 and part 2 for this to make any sense.

Part one: "An empty throne"
Part two: "An empty kingdom"
Chris Jul 2015
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By morning’s light
I see so many
Wondrous things
Before my eyes

A rising sun
Of crimson glow
On amber clouds
In early skies

A morning glory
Full in bloom
To greet the day
In shades of blue

A breeze now swaying
Through the leaves
An emerald lawn
Of glistened dew

A butterfly
In happy flight
Enjoying nectar
Fresh and free

A robin tending
To her young
A squirrel
And a bumble bee

Though of all the things
That I may see
Which come alive
My morning view

My favorite sight
Will always be
The beauty when
*I look at you
Good morning Beautiful
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