You are the King and the Queen of my thoughts.
My desire is the vessel that I thrive upon.
I will reconnect with the future and the past.
I will resemble my dreams with a once forgotten garden
in the brightest and darkest shadows of my thoughts.
You are the illusion I cling to.
My desire is yours, only yours.
I will tell you, I know, I promise.
I will leave this dreamy state of promise
in the dawn when I am no longer I.
You are the words I don’t have.
My desire clings to your red lips.
I will tell you, the unspoken words.
I will leave this safe garden
in the clear midsummer light when I am
no longer a Knight of Cups.
By © Dolores Meden 2017
