Spin through my dreams cried the maiden,
Spin me across the floor.
Spin me to life begged the gentleman,
Who couldn’t want anything more.
One step, a repose, and she joins him,
As they spin toward the darkening night.
A step, a repose, as she whispers her jokes,
And they move toward exquisite delight.
The motion’s enchanting, the oneness sublime,
As they hold one another so tight.
The truth of a theme they had both left undreamed,
Was coming together that night.
The danger, the anguish, the preordained pain,
The joy of the moment dispelled.
The walls they forsake as the barriers break,
And they both for the first time felt held.
So close, so unnerving, so perfectly one,
No idea such a place had existed.
In her heart he could feel something perfectly real,
Something honest and pure and untwisted.
Yet while spinning around a burden she’s found,
She feels it, but doesn’t know why.
She just knows that it’s there, this weight of despair,
She sees in the depth of his eye.
In his terror and anger, she joins him,
Through the chaos it seems all is lost.
The darkness, the torrent, he falters it seems,
His eternity comes at a cost.
You’re burden is mine, comes the cry of her soul,
For so long all alone he has fought.
Then she stays up all night, and takes on his fight,
While he gets the reprieve he has sought.
She denied herself sleep to relieve him.
She fought with the fire in her eyes. through the night.
She cared for him deeper than agony,
In torment she silenced his cries.
She slashed and she burned with incredible zeal,
As he dreamed of her touch in his rest.
Now he holds her so close, and stares in belief,
At the angel who gave him her best.
In morning’s reveal, his battle is lost,
He thought at the first sign of sun.
‘Till in silence he saw as she slept by his side,
That the battle that beat him she’d won!
In awe and in agony, words would not come,
The howl /tear of the warrior soul rise.
He touched her cheek as she lay sound asleep,
His savior so warm and so wise.
The beauty of beauties, the dream of all men,
The touch of a maiden so fair.
Not the curve of her face or her loving embrace,
But the touch for the first time of care.
If only she knew what words cannot say,
The gift she had given that night.
If she could embrace what he saw in her face,
She who turned all his darkness to light.
She gave him her everything, he gives her his all,
And out of the ashes they rise.
The lost soul of Phoenix, the child once denied,
As they see in each other the prize.
Now they slice through mortality, wielding a sword,
As the dream of the dreamers unite.
There is nothing denied with his muse by his side,
No battle the two cannot fight.
Fate has befallen, love overtakes,
As they spin through the vortex of fear.
They untangle at light, the knot of each night,
The force that was driving them near. dear
The mess and the clean and the stuff in between,
The illusion of sorrow and sin.
Now the weirdest of weird, they smile as they slash,
And they spin and they spin and they spin.
While the dream of the dreamers awaits.