a precious heart

Lost within the woman’s eyes
That climb the castle’s walls

A dream of courage and valiantry
To define the shape of wonder and night
With moon witness, and silence above
Ancient tiles and parapets, a valley
Makes its steep call, awaits an answer

In tonight’s sleep the roll of thunders
Crowds the march to the centered scene
And the courage to seize
the heart of day yet to be drifts
as its heroes must find cause, to waken
a sleeping volcano in the spirit

Lost in the weight of passing days
Forgotten like the tides of lost seasons
Grayed embers lacking the breath of fire
A search without direction, lost, and lost again

Until the spark, a magic of momentary charm
That puts will in the inhale and power
To disarm sediments and rusted time
Boundless strength and unbridled will
Deepened faith to flatten the steepest rise
Follow visions of wonder, a precious heart
Treasure for a life’s keeping

Found there in the woman’s eyes
That climb the castle’s walls