Solarstone

The kingdom of Solarstone reigns in goodwill

The people are fierce and benevolent

seemingly so without a drought

And the way the mountains peak with humility

I can’t help but wonder

Could I belong in such grace?

Would the land accept my bashful heed

Or should the realm’s wild willows 

bring out the muse in me?

I ought to throw caution to my dream

Of a place welcoming enough

to exhaust my vigilance, 

a ghostly disdain for lessons learned

But there’s something in the way he speaks

That dares me to look beneath my guarded body

reach through its cerulean vines, tortuous to find

the anecdote to my ache

a mending chrysalis of power, my own

Harnessing a starless night, remembering

No longer an enemy of light

Forgiven in Eden and Hell alike

Youthfully free of sedated fright

I’ve given my grave a name, but my foes must wait

As I’m on a riverboat to brighter terrain

Where springtime falls on the curve of my face

And my restful eyes belong to my grin

These northern hills I see, a weightless crest

Floating along the stream, 

with a chain of lilac flowers willfully guiding me

So shall I bear in truth?

Before I dock my ship on this harbor of harmony

I turn to see them chanting for my arrival

Not in fear but in natural reprise!

Sunlight beaming in copper and dandelion hues

He’s told them about me, there’s no way

But no, I’m not a stone in the sea anymore

I’m not slithering in the woods, waiting for embrace

They’ve asked for my eyes of royal blue

What is this nectar I’ve been granted?

The townsfolk love my swords and books!

And he is standing there, minding the crowd

Rendering a path of humble steps

he looks at me with a knowing kindness

one day we’d share a final breath

Alas, I’ve called a home

The ink stains are hollow on my fingertips

My body sober and undisturbed

Reaching for a love that calls my name

but this time he’s only a touch away