The Tempest Inside

The Master was there long ago
But left when the Apprentice raged
They didn't know
The Sorceress watched tempest blow.

The Apprentice failed in his task,
The Master knew he would.
The Sorceress need only ask
For the Master, if she could.

The Master calls now,
Dare she turn back to long ago?
Fate reminds her of the vow,
The elementals, the path will show.

She turns to one who was strong
Begging for an answer true,
But he listens to another song.
She sighs, if he only knew.

Her love is strong,
Her trust is broken,
If she leaves, his life won't be long,
No words will be spoken.

The Master comes soon.
Does her Love see her pain?
No, he sees another, his doom.
The Sorceress leaves, her bain.

Tears flow from her eyes,
From the pain of letting go.
Her Love didn't realize
He just didn't know.

My Sir

My Sir

No Apologies

In a world of black and white,
Gray areas in her life
Bound her in ribbons so tight
No one could see her strife.
And yet, she refused to budge,
Bound by strict boundaries
Not revealing too much,
Her life, no apologies.

CWylde ⓒ 08 / 18 / 14
Image - Ani Kaspar

Dreams of Sir

Dreams take me to you tonight. 
The ocean current traverses through time.
My heart spreads wings and take flight
You are my beacon, my light sublime.

Knowing that you are my essence,
Our time together is witness
To our bonds, our love's presence,
I cannot deny the limits of your patience.

You need only speak the words,
You need only grant your touch.
My heart soars with the birds
Singing their songs, stories, as such.

I kneel at your feet and give to you,
This gift of submission, complete trust,
Let the current take me to you,
Let me give in to your lust.

I will carry your name to the skies
One phrase, one act, one single inner stir,
You will see the exchange, the look in my eyes,
I'm yours, Sir!

Grace

The night held its breath,
The world stood still,
The dark held back it's cold death
From the dancer in the rain spill.

Silently dancing,  dreaming
Of the one embrace,
The return of the redeeming,
The gift of grace.

CWylde ⓒ 08 / 14 / 14

It Wasn't You

It wasn't you ...

Tonight

Tonight,  my love,  I travel the endless waters
Of sleep and dreams, 
With you in my heart
With me in your arms.
These dreams carry me to morn.

CWylde ⓒ 08 / 11 / 14