Dances with the echoes of hope and I?
I seek her dreams within the scattered chaff
And fade into her sun, her open sky.
As guardian, I stand before her throne.
My queen, whose soul protects my aching doubt,
Has sung to stars, and in reply they’ve shone,
More brightly so, a wonder held without.
Assured caresses, shadow’s touch, she breathes;
Her eyes are bright, the fate of stars within
Reflected galaxies on swords unsheathed-
She stays my hand, and steadies broken sin.
I witness silence grasping shadowed faith;
She keeps me warm, with smiles upon my face.