Dream Time (a silly bedtime story)

A headstrong knight laughed loudly at liFe
Wept a little but never for long
Hardly cared about a faithful wife
He always looked forward. Tick tock.

His head overflowed with sparkling dreams
Battles to win, empires to build
Fair maidens to kiss near gentle streams
For liFe moved slower then. Tick tock.

The midpoint reached, a deep river crossed
Turning back the same as plunging on
His choice was made, into darkness tossed.
Steel was sharpened and sheathed. Tick tock.

In the distance a tall tower loomed
He ate his last crumb, drank his last drop
His bruised feet cried out, all hope seemed lost
Yet still the knight believed. Tick tock.

Weakened, spent, he climbed a thousand stairs
Counting each smooth stone with bitter breath
He contemplated all his liFe’s cares
Then reached an iron door. Tick tock.

The ancient portal heaved open wide
In the shadows he glimpsed a monster’s face
“Welcome, I’ve been waiting. Come inside”
It was himself he saw. Tick tock.

“You must think it strange,” the spectre said
“To have travelled so far, risked so much.”
In silence, he stared back at the bed.
Then drew his long, sharp blade. Tick tock.

He stabbed himself in both eyes, then cried.
So many dreams drowned, years swallowed up
“Traitor” he screamed, as the old man died
Then turned for home again. Tick tock.

Time passed quickly now. It always will
The nights grew cold and long, the road dark
Weakened now, he felt Death’s quiet chill
No angels sang for him. Tick tock.

See, I am that knight, fair maiden true
Do you still recall the gentle stream?
Before we die, remember this clue
Lovers’ dreams are time’s gift. Tick tock.


The Tear

I was eighteen once
And so in love.
I was an awkward cliché
Wrapped in passion.

I had Nothing
You were my Everything.
Such soft simple words
So fragile
Almost childish in their lack
They still feel so soft
Like your lips, your skin
Like the gentle curve of your neck
The insides of your wrists
Held open in surrender.

Yet not childish,
perhaps child-like.

One night
In the middle of a raging storm
Out on the water somewhere
I turned in my sleep
Opened blissed-out eyes
To see a single, sad tear
Roll slowly down
The soft, smooth mound
of your cheek
Whispering gently as I recall:
“My Love what troubles you?”
Alas, too distraught,
You said Nothing.

I’d never felt so content
As I did lying naked with you
Yet to be with you
In your arms
In a raging storm
As you wept
I’d never felt as wretched.
To be loved
And to be Beloved
Yet to know your sadness
Was so intimate
So much a part of you
The one I adored.

Your anguish
So much a part of you
It could barely seep out
One tear at a time
In the dead of night
As I lay sleeping
In the arms of a raging storm.

Wherever you are
My beautiful friend,
my once Beloved,
you who taught me
the terrible fear
and longing
of intimacy,
The breathless wonder of
Being loved and in love.

Remember me,
I was eighteen once.
And yes,
Oh God yes,
so were you.