He roams fields of glowing stars
and sits in thrones of gold
His hair alight with silver flame
his eyes rippling blue pools
He gave me his heart
when I had crumbled to ash
And he taught me
how to live again
His words are sweet
and taste like honey
His arms are warm
and soft like cotton
Wanderer, traveler,
my beautiful magician
He weaves his voice
into enchanting songs
When I wake in the soft dawn
he is at my side
When I see him
my soul aches with pride
My fear dissipates
when he holds my hand
We are stronger together
he understands
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Erinn's Collection of Poetry
PoetryPoems that float around in my head that are lucky enough to be written down.
