The Siege of the Castle of Love

In an illuminated manuscript lies the fabric of a dream.

In this dream my eyes are cavern-black and my body lead-heavy,

buried under the weight of grave, metal-armoured centuries.

In this dream our love is medieval,

of swaying grass and of ancient stone,

of the harp’s twinge in the evening light.

In this dream I am a naked knight,

bare but for my persistence in love.

In this dream you whisper to me:

“If I forget,

you be the one to remind me”.

In this dream I kneel before you,

as the light pours in,

holy,

in seven thousand mirrors of light.

In this dream,

the maiden’s hair cascades,

river-heavy.

In this dream

I will be the one to remind you,

if you forget.

 

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