Thy skin, so soft as clouded sky in day,
Pillowed upon the celestial form,
Its swell and fall perpetual and gray.
Roaming, the twilight storms on ocean shores
Cast their divine shadows upon my soul
And lighting into the depths of my heart.
Purple stained mouth, though it doth console,
Destroys me when thy poison tongue doth dart
To say the thing, the dreadful thing that tears
My world and desecrates my very will,
Say you, I am as vibrant as the air,
And vanish to the bright daylight. Yet still,
I give thee my heart, forever to keep,
In thy world of stars, forever to sleep.
I am the Bard of Dreams. I hail from the Land of Mind and Colour. I am here for you, I have come.