Caged and kept guarded
from a prince whose heart
was made of pure gold,
him whose breaths
finely woven into my own.
But these threads of silver
were intertwined through,
the solid bass of his heartbeat
that was never mine to choose.
Where has my song vanished to?
That tears brought no comfort,
strong-will ceased to stand
the mountain of time and distance
carried forth the battle between God and man.
Shards of my heart tethered to the promise
that you would keep mine safe;
so how did I break my own?
My fingers bleed crimson,
the pieces no longer laced.
How is my lifeline beating,
when I lack the throb of your pulse?
On which waves shall I walk,
should there be one grain of doubt?
Yet you were a part of me that went missing –
or this is what my mind perceived.
The sorrow I gave you did not return;
you were always the artist,
so you took this sorrow and you painted our breeze.
On this ocean it lay bare
this soul you earned, the affection I declared.
So my horizon stilled, upon dawn I’ll wait
for first light to enter through
this darkened gate.
You would not have me if I was not whole.
So for a moment,
this heartbeat is not yours
it is mine to hold.