Horizon of Hope

I touch you face and a shiver runs through me.
A quiver that reaches my very soul.
And I long for more as I stare into eyes that never end,
A smile that never stops.

But I see an innocence that scares me.
Casting me out,
Yet drawing me forever closer.
An Adorable naïveté that holds me back,
And captures me within a web of intrigue,
Inside a spell I wish never to break.

But in my dreams I’ll hold you
As the wind whips by our faces,
And you’ll understand as only you could
In my dreams.

But a chaste touch will quench my need in reality
A brush that innocently hides all intentions.
Eyes would read so much more into it.
If they knew.

So I mount my steed of dreams
And turn towards the horizon of hope
The sunset of reality lighting its plains.
And I’ll ride like the wind
Until my steed runs with sweat
The exertion of a chase
That will end with reality
And the collision of dreams.

Bardic
January 1998