Blue sky. Ruby red wine. A crisp white sheet. The grass an emerald green. Beams of sunlight peaking through the trees. The wind releasing a gentle breeze. You ask me to runaway forever, pledging your love as true as the weather. I tell you I am as good as dead without you filling my heart and head. On this perfect Summer's day we vow to do life our own ceaseless way. Never looking back, nor too far ahead, but holding the moment before it slips like satin woven thread.

A princess born, a kingdom won. A king who's heart beats with the sun. Evil watches with eyes of envy, keeping sharpened talons ready. "She sleeps in peace for now" he thinks, "but there will come a day, when I will have her ear so near, to sow the lies that will cause her stray."
Through the tower window, the king, he spies his foe. Carefully he stares, flooded with courage from head to toe . To be under such scrutiny was cause for certain certainty that his work was good and his love enduring. This princess born to him was a treasure of unfathomable worth and she would know his heart ached for her and the calling of her birth. She would laugh and she would play, dancing in the way that only freedom can portray. She would not be moved by the dread of the forsaker, but forever filled by the faith and confidence of her maker. 

Which captive to set free, in which cause will I believe. As I hold my babe upon my breast, breathing in her innocence, I cannot help to look ahead partaking in a mother's dread. Will she know freedom, will she know joy, will her heart's desire be employed. If it's true that love displaces fear, then to the darkest corners I will shed my tears. My heart will bleed for love unknown, for trust won and hatred gone. To settle the chasm between who is better, righting the wrong of the spiritless letter. 

About the time our worlds collide, you will be too busy and I will be too old. Time has not patience when its grace is forsaken, leaving the lonely cold. I promise to love you in my heart, nay to harbor a bitter thought, and to pray to the one who holds the sea that alone He will never let you be.

Caught in a world devastated by fallacy, and overdosing on mimicry, there lives one so winsome and lovely. She knows not how she got here nor whether she should stay, she only feels compelled to hide herself away, locking up her gift of flight, keeping bliss until full moon's light.
When all is quiet, she can hear a voice, speaking with such passionate flare, "Let it loose!" it shouts as whispers can, "Don't be fooled by what are tares. Our freedom lies within your hand. You must believe and not lose sight of what you know is fair and right. Stretch out your wings yon true maiden and fight this dragon that has you laden."
 "I am only thus small" she pleadingly replies, "It could never be me that saves you all."
"The smaller the better you'll see once you start, for you'll have to get through the cracks of the heart. Alone you are not, we are here with you, the prayers of those who have lived long before you. Nature and Spirit together combined, is the power you need to let yourself fly."

My beauty is mine, while you have your own. A picture of love for the world to behold. Acceptance is a door to a bedroom furnished with peace, covered and adorned with confidence laden sheets. Come close and see the reflection in my eyes is a face so true, a heart so full that one could not help but be breathless still.

Oh melancholy, how I love you and loath you. Your depth is rich and stirs my heart, but your weight begrudges my soul.  Your power not harnessed, a tumultuous storm, your wisdom descended from ages old. A kin to passion, you crave a space to roam. A birthing place of freedom for those who refuse to be alone. For us to get along, I will find where you belong and tend to you there on the streets without care. For travelers and friends, your grace does not end. Not one to be shunned, but nurtured and loved. No war will I bleed, for a fortitude be.