Asleep atop a lake of misty dreams,
I see those sparkling angel eyes of yours.
A black enchanting gate is splitting seams
of darkened drapes to grave thoughts I abhor.
The mystical surrounding casts a light
upon your face that steals my breath with ease.
A prison waits with dusty floors for nights,
of magic such as this, to end their seize.
I lay here wrapped in arms of warmth. I stir.
I shiver. Drapes of fear encompass me.
A humid breeze, it questions actions, slurs.
I sink in dreams, and seem to sink in seas.
You pull me closer. Shivers halt, abate.
I know that prison will always just wait.