I have called you in my dreams in my pain
I have called and gone unanswered
I have waited and waited
I have listened in joy to your song
and watched in Rapture as you danced till dawn
using the blue/grey smoke as stepping stones to the gilt rimmed moon
Swinging tresses yellow and green ribbons entwined in the scent of DragonsBlood
Listened to your voice as you called in Power
And watched afar as the nights Power came to
rest on your shoulders and soften the colour of your eyes
Unreachable Untouchable Unknown
Warm nights and soft rain
Smoke and Fire and Song
Freedoms Dance and Lady's Call
But I have called you in my sleep in my pain

Did you know?

My two year sentence has come to a close. To the titanium tether I had clawed, gnawed and hissed. Only upon a simple request would my captor untie me with strong words and steady hands. Weightlessness set in like a rush of blood to the head as I drifted ashore on the raft of duct tape and raincoats scavenged from the halls of Alcatraz. On the black beaches I mark each of those I love lipstick stained red, hellos and goodbyes and silent understanding. I set off for a new life. Mausoleums echo no more with my ill willed commands but airy laughter and whispered hymns. Behind me lingers the scent of dragonsblood, my guardian angels lend a day to every hand I choose to hold. The girl who cut her fingers so that you may drink of the cactus. The steady hand in the neon night and guiding force in the silk shops of china town. My funeral will be one of low attendance and high emotion. Red evenings and ****** mysteries will stand in for a headstone. With grace and steadiness my memory will fade and with the souls of all forgotten lovers I will sleep my last sleep and rest the final rest.