Poetry by Mi

500 Steps

                                        

500 steps

 from Camelot

Stone castle of dreams

My Prince of Pain

Snuggled deep in our cotton nest

Comfort

my lover

Heat branding my shell

Scent of the sweet spot

just behind his neck

The rolling, the waves,

the tingling soul -

I thought one

My hearts' unseeing blindness.

 Fortress so cold, still

Sounds of echos

Ghosts in the hall




Black

I have a hollow, black Swan
He never meets my eye
When he flies away
all my old sadness will go with him
then both of us will be free.

Knife in my heart...
or was it my back?
Hard to imagine,
such an attack

Fell to his knees,
pleading my return
Said for only me,
he would ever yearn

Vowed me his heart,
his soul, his life
Inscribed -
My lover, my friend, my wife...

Amongst the stars,
I taught him to dance
My heart open wide
never gave himself a chance

500 steps from Camelot
He turned his back on me
My Prince of Pain
Refusing to see..

His lover, his friend, his wife...