A Noble Truth

And so he came into her life

Riding a white horse, the knight

In shining armor was a reality.

Living the precepts of A Noble Truth,

He opened her box of secrets

And saw the only good fight

Was the fight that lifted her

From the depths of Atlantis

Delivering her into his waiting arms.

He would satisfy her ache for

His control and protection,

His love, his warmth, his strength.

Just as Don Diego brandished his sword,

Taking up the fight for her broken heart,

Battling the cunning of the Sisyphus

That tore her soul apart.

Yet again, the knight would prevail,

And carry her to the blue soothing

Ocean of the healing balm of his love.

~CWylde ©

Fool's Gold

Fool’s Gold

There in the vast ocean of stars,

She stands vulnerable, trembling

Revealing her innermost scars,

Like crazed mosaic emblems

From unfinished heartache

And cunning tawdry affairs.

From her sea of tears,

She wanted to be as an ocean flower

From which all could see love flow

From the pale light of the full moon glow

She knew all others offered only Fool’s Gold,

That would tarnish after a year or so.

~CWylde ©

In Sir Believe

Through the eyes of the soul,

She sees her greatest challenge.

Relinquishing complete control,

Maintaining her balance.

In the man she calls Sir,

She sees her greatest treasure,

When he smiles and rewards

Her gift to him, his pleasure.

But is it a double-edged sword?

If he sees all her flaws,

He may falter and leave,

Or worse, he could turn away just because.

All she can is in Sir believe.

~CWylde ©

The Tale of the Sorceress

Sadly inevitable to all who could see,
Oddly apparent to all who stood by,
The bitter old hag sent out her decree,
Antipathies all around, let true love die.

Two lovers were parted, by jealousies strewn,
Bitter and petty, the story they tell,
Separated, lonely, such a sad tune,
He cried to his love, I miss you like Hell!

What he didn't know, his cries were heard,
The pain of their loss was not missed,
Then something purely miridical occurred,
His cry joined that of the sorrowful Sorceress.

The old hag didn't know the magic of their kiss,
She did not understand the powers at play,
Nor that Bast was their  protectress,
The hag would come to rue that day.

Bast flew to the old hag who quaked and shook,
Towered over the hag shrinking and scared,
Afraid to speak, so intense was that look.
"You have offended me, Hag!" Bast declared.

"You must end these acts so brutal,
Love must be revived, never ensnared,
To say no? Resistance is futile."
To deny Bast, not even the old hag dared.

With those words, love was triumphant,
The Sorceress and her lover's world was set right,
The land and the people exultant,
As they danced through the stars that night.

~CWyldeⓒ

Night Dreams

Dreams awaken
My sleepy eyes,
Turning to the
Empty side
Of the lonely bed.
I feel the warmth of
Your body pressed
To mine.
Breathe deeper
As I respond
To the thought of your touch,
Tender,  urgent yearnings
Taking me to you.
Meeting you
With lips on fire,
Fingers raising desire
To a crescendo of
Fevered pitch.
Now, my love,
We are as one.

Cradle Me

Cradle me in the
Confines of your heart,
Hold me until the tears
Subside in the shelter
Of your arms.
You made your claim,
Heart and soul,
I will rest in the tender
Touch, soothing words,
Beating of our hearts
Together, as you
Prove over and over,
I am Yours.

~CWyldeⓒ