CANNOT SLEEP FOR THE DREAM OF YOU

In the forest primal spirit, of myth and wood
and the Sun breaching the gentle mist of spring rains,
All that we know as nature and good,
You are that, as beautiful,,,yes
still withholding the mysterious...
In sleep are you just a dream,
I have returned Enchantress.
Have you used all your magic, I scream,
Only echoes return to my ears.
You made me a dream.
If only you could see me,
more than ever you now do I need.
Your charm of the making,
brought me back, your love brought me
back to where you are now,
in the sky of dreams...

I am a fighting man,
to the quest I am sworn
but there is only one,
who inspires me to write the poem
of a poet warrior,,,someone
from the future none of them,
but you.
I will always love you,
as a Queen, worthy of my sword,
and fulfil its sometimes lonely protections
I give you my word!

Within the dreams of darkness
comes a commanding Knight,
his Lady's heart his impassioned weakness...
And as we bid each other a good night,
I bow to my Dearest Princess.
Out from the tranquil somnolent evenings blue,
as a million eyes of Heaven watches,
I cannot sleep, for the dream,,,,, of you....

THE MOOR

Where lays my soul, ashore; at the first origin of the sea?
Two loves forged as one anchor; sleepless in the deepest chasm
of an azure, sky less ocean; Your heart Now, know, was that bind
untethered, broken, frayed; at the bottom; the end....
Fast and well laden; the tall standing ship's; I..
Our breathing, the unfurled sails; open to, against, grasping the sky.
Too welcome, no port; called home; no harbor or to moor; secure.
We journeyed many fearless storm; yet I, alone,
now push the untamed wind;
to Ram my veins upon a coral-ed shore
so claim be sanctuary forever
and never need for;
except desire, and remember
You, again, always, the more!: