I was giving a look at a piece someone here asked me to look at and was asked at my site to do a more serious toned piece. So some of the idea is tc's and some metaltab's.
This is about a 'what' not a 'who' and it's rather obvious what it is once you know. I'll let those who read give their opinions before I tell. It's also a reoccurring theme in some of my older pieces. (And no it isn't Walpurgis even though he can be a 'what' sometimes.)
Thanks for reading my verse.
" The Touch "
Careless wind soothes my thoughts
While I look at bloom in hand.
Black knighted yet blood red
From the trials as he lifted his head.
Trying to be so mighty to touch the sun
Yet failing miserably.
Seemingly now content just to rest.
And I, the lucky caresser, touches his forehead.
I'm awakened in the bond.
Memories drift through portals scented in damask.
A figure from the river immerges fresh in consciousness
As when he was first seen.
The chilled air surrounding my memories
Keeping them frozen in my thoughts.
I'll never lose them.
The poor dear longed to reach for the sun
But every effort was stunted,
I'd like to think, just for me to have and now hold.
A finger tracing the outline.
The first moment remembered with half closed eyes.
Lying down with a grip on what's past
And what the future will bring
As I release my live captive to pursue the sun again.
Smiling to myself with remembrance.
And thanks , dude.