White Knights and Spirits

Kept through the ages; Slow burning;
as incense to ease my mind-
Jasmine tears; Falling colored over time;
Filtering across my dry, pale lips-
Thirsting, for that last sip of salty wine

Shadowy mists; Dampened dreams;
limp visions and ragweed days-
I lie beneath the willow weeping,
Listening for what the whisperers
will say

False tongues lick the beauty from
my horizons-
I yearn once more for the artist to create-
For the poet to speak-
For the muse to awake and inspire-
I crave sweetness; Romance; and
fire

I see visions of white knights and spirits,
winged angels on calm blue seas-
I long only for the word; The final word;
the ending word on the icy breeze

I hear the voices of the greatest creations,
I touch fading faces on painted walls-
Unscathed; I remain here in life's cocoon;
drinking only as your last tear falls

© Lisa Hilbers
7/15/05