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The Kings Travels by Bryant R. Today, I can not seem to remember who I had become yesterday and tomorrow I am held captive by the idea of what is free to man. I was once a hermit king, traveling across the hypnotic horizon. And you, darling... Light-years fill the gap between us, and the naked eye preserves time. In and out of a sea of illusion, handcuffed to you, my lover. We will never be the same again. You question how far Ive been, and I know how far youve returned. Your voice holds me tight when I sleep and your whisper, heard across galaxies, sends ripples which resonate throughout my inner ear like the caress of the lunar glow alongside the surface of the midnight blue sky. Ive been thinking, and every thought of ingenious drops from the great and ancient nuclear clouds merging violently overhead like droplets of nectar from the tender fruit of the Gods. Sweet Angel, Id call to you by name, and you with those forgotten eyes came to me mists the transatlantic breeze, holding with you your dreams, our love, and the universes desire to survive. As the sky melts and the winds howl, the Earth collapses; making space for space and space for you. I go and sit, wordless and jealous of the broken sentences spoken. Perhaps I shall be a tune to you in tune with all. Should we speak; the hermit king to Queen, should I have the where-with-all to express my need to have you know my love.. If I could tell you something, something never before spoken and if you could listen attentively for once without your ears. There is no doubt that the sound of silence would forecast spiritual doom, and echo fast into oblivion. And I, once again an old man would sit here awake, supporting the world on the shoulders of the skeleton-framed shell of the human I became used to being. While you fall into a practice worthy of all women who have let me live. You drift deeper, inviting me in with your silent hymns and subtle breaths in and out. And my shadow fades with yours, into darkness, adhering to an eternal rest within the capacity to shelter our secret dreams.
Posted on: Wed, 06 Nov 2013 22:35:19 +0000

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