magnificent warrior weary king, the day is closing night birds no longer sing your eyes begin to dispose tears of wasted forlorn..... silence is your weapon the only companion that you seek
I don't know what goes on in your mind in the twilight of afternoon but I see your movements in slow motion and the fluid grace that accompanied your youth ..............like a shadow dancer
you were beautiful beyond belief a troubadour of the gods climbing each staircase towards heaven nearer to the sky of oblivion
in different languages we say our pieces in different moods our moments have arrived and now I am thinking of you and seeing you in a different view like a stolen reality in My sea of imaginations
tell me your tales and break that code of silence I know there is something deeper in your heart that matches.... the beauty of your face
let me sit with you in this twilight of afternoon let me touch your being and drink from your lips for in my soul I know that it could be so exciting with you and your stories of long ago....