I thank you, Logan, for your gift of friendship and your gift of writing with me.   It was an honor as it will always be. What was, is now again.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Princess:
Sir I knock here on your door,

Guardian:
i answer your knock with a smile

Princess:
Yesterday I felt you here, sir

Guardian:
and today, you were in my thoughts
as we are bound in a circle neverending

Princess:
And bound I was by needing you,
Knowing that you felt and would come

Guardian:
as a whisper on the wind called out your pain

Princess:
Ohh...I knew you would come and here you stand

Guardian:
as was before and ever is
when i hear your name
or feel your pain
to lift you up and brush you off

Princess:
Is pain a more noble thing, dear sir
I ask your guidance true

Guardian:
to feel pain is to have lived life, as all life has pain
the pain has us appreciate the goodness that follows in its path
we live on the side of the mountain, fair maid
the peak is the ectasy, the valley the depths of despair

Princess:
I live among the despairing valleys, sir
And the ecstasies are far out of reach

Guardian:
then the sun is for you to seek
to wash the gloom from your aching heart
as you called my name, my hand decends

Princess:
Guardian, you know this lady well,
Although your eyes have only noticed me in dreams or such

Guardian:
but my soul is what feels and hears the soft sighs
to reach beyond the words, to warm the very depths

Princess:
Then I know you've followed me as I plunged,
A lesson awaiting for me there,

Guardian:
to chase the coldness away from within
to feel the warmth reach the lips, to curl into a smile

Princess:
And now I smile through my tears,
For fears that you have taken

Guardian:
and a soft laugh bubbles like water over the rock
a silvery sound to lighten the soul
as the past is left behind to trouble no more

Princess:
I receive your laughter,

Guardian:
the gloom of the valley falls prey to the golden rays

Princess:
And your smile, it guides my soul.

still d-i-s-c-o-n-n-e-c-t-e-d
I am bound by this, you see...to become Night's sole mistress, and I am jealous in my endeavours for his attention.

'There is only a very thin line between genius and insanity, this is measured only on sucess; I am proud to be considered an under-achieving genius'.

~*The pen of the poet never runs out of ink, as long as we breathe.*~
                               [email protected]             

To the world, you may only be one person. But to one person, you may be the world.

Kathleen Blake

"When red-haired girls scamper like roses over the rain-green grass,
and the sun drips honey."
Laurie Lee