Dream
by Jonas Hyde

Twas a dream I had of you,
which gave me hope and life anew
so place your head ‘pon the pillow,
and know I think,
on this night,
this evenfall,
of dreams you cannot deny,
for I speak to you in your sleep,
whilst my soul longs and weeps,
for you to let me in one more time,
to let me in evermore,
my muse,
my love,
you consume me,
make my solitude feel not so lonely,
make my anguish as fleeting,
as the moments that pass,
betwixt damnation and the edge of your starlight,
which illuminates my twilight,
but I can have you nevermore,
not by choice,
nor by plan,
but by cause of fear,
and pain born long ago,
so know my love,
as I dream into forever,
an eternity I want to sleep,
for I want not to rouse,
until I can wake,
with you.

Longing
by Jonas Hyde

Cry for me and I will weep for you,
my love my dear.

Lust for me and I will long for you,
luminescent essence of my soul’s darkening twilight.

The passion of my love,
will not set with any falling sun.

For every eve’s tide,
ushers with it a wave of need.

Can you hear my words carried on the whispered winds,
as if a seraph begging for your touch?

‘Twas score or more,
since I felt your love?

My timepiece is a poet’s hourglass,
dripping sands of time into forever.

Is this what life calls for us my dragonfly,
the everlasting anguish of our lonesome wounds?

I wish upon my star,
to hear my pleas.

“Your breath is my life,
and your heart is my light.”

I utter this orison,
to any deity who would grant me you.

But the essence of my entreaty,
can not pierce the fabric of my nous’ net.

Nor does it carry upon the whispered winds,
as before scribed.

No it simply falls,
sullen and lifeless upon the earth.

Longing to be heard,
as I long for you.

You
by Jonas Hyde

My ain eyes open,
Consumed by the darkness of my solitude,
Ensnared within the shackles of my love,
In a prison of choice.

Choice,
Weigh my fate on the scales of your tide,
The heaven of your love,
The hell of your denial.

Deny me,
And you only deny your heart,
Locking it away as my soul is now,
Trapped in the tower of purgatory.

Purgatory,
I lie here alone,
Praying someday for the chance to once more,
Find solace with you.

You,
The song of my muse,
The strength of my dragonfly,
The warmth of my evening star.

The Long Walk
by Jonas Hyde

Home is where the heart is,
or so the angels say,
but my heart is with you my love,
and you are so far away.

Is there reason for our rhyme
I questioned once,
but now I question all the time.

I tread alone,
the curse and cross I want not to bear,
taking each step,
while dripping a tear.

The long walk started with a breath,
and will end not with destination of place,
but with the finality of my soul’s hope and death.

I long for you,
but you are so far away,
so I will start my long walk,
and cry alone for you tomorrow and a day.

The Tower
by Jonas Hyde

‘Twas a note I received that evenfall,
which led me to the battlefield one final time.

Love I thought long lost,
was found confined in a tower of sorrow and pain.

For an eternity I had suffered in solitude,
wanting her touch,
a touch I thought ne’er to feel again.

The squire stood ‘fore me in silence,
head held low in respect of the legacy,
not for nations inspired,
or peoples freed,
but for his place in the web of fate,
knowing his verse in the song of our fable.

With body dripping,
victim to twilight’s raging tempest,
and knee bent in honor of love,
he waited as I unraveled the cloth parchment.

Breath escaped me as the scribblings came to life,
dancing with my hope,
rekindling the fire I thought long extinguished.

The oft-spoken prayers of my heart were answered when boy finally whispered,
‘Tis true my lord.’

So I took to steed,
and rode throughout a morn and eve twice,
to the edge of lands,
beyond any man’s imagination,
the space betwixt heaven and hell.

I stood ‘pon the cliff,
and gazed upward.

The sky spread infinite above,
calling for me to take my place,
whilst the same words,
bellowed from the eternal darkness below.

I began removing my clothes,
tearing away every fragment of life past,
for on this journey,
a man must bear his soul bare.

‘Why master,
o lord,
Why must you go?’
the squire enquired.

‘Love,’
was all I could reply,
for words further,
would only waste a moment and a breath,
rather given to her.

And with that,
I took a step,
following her into the unknown,
a journey she started so long ago.

In that instance,
I laughed,
I cried,
I lived,
I died,
I loved,
I lost.

An eternity passed,
in the blink of my eye,
and when I once more reached solid ground,
I did so in a meadow of misfortune.

It took a moment,
for my breath to be caught,
for my strength to return,
and in that pause,
the longing of my heart for hers,
led my eye to her tower.

Once composed,
I began the final leg of my passage.

Each step came with it a challenge,
be it from angel or demon,
eventually I could tell the difference no longer.

The tower I soon reached,
and quickly I caught sight of her prison,
illuminated in the darkness,
by a brilliant star.

I marveled at her beauty,
even from a distance,
for no matter time,
or pain,
or suffering,
her luminescence still pierced the grim shroud,
and gave me the hope,
the vigor,
to continue on.

So I did,
starting my ascension with a first step,
and my fall from grace with a second.

The enigma would have confused my nous if it were leading me,
but it too was left ‘pon cliff’s edge.

The pull of her soul tugged my strings,
guiding my way,
to her once more.

After a multitude of steps,
one for each moment I ever longed for her,
I came ‘pon the threshold,
the final gateway to her warmth,
to her touch.

Time ceased,
as I pressed my weight against the ethereal curtain which kept me from her
piercing the thick veil of smoke and shadows.

My heart broke tho’
at the image ‘fore me.

My love,
my muse,
lay asleep,
naked as I,
trapped within with pains of her dreams.

I had vowed she would ne’er suffer,
yet here she lay on a bed of thorns and tears,
breathing the vapors of agony and despair.

I knew in an instant what must be done,
to free her from these walls,
to give her life,
and return her hope.

With no thought of hesitation,
I took a step forward.

My heart rose,
and with each pace I could feel her warmth grow stronger.

‘Pon reaching her side,
I leaned o’er,
and held my breath.

I watched her sleep,
so I could forge a memory,
an image etched within my soul,
ne’er to be pillaged,
to last me through infinity.

With but a moment more,
‘fore my soul was soon to be claimed,
I leaned in,
placed my lips ‘pon hers,
and with a kiss,
gave her my final gust of life.

In that wink,
her eyes opened wide,
and our gazes locked.

She received my love in full remembrance,
feeling every moment I longed for her,
hearing every prayer.

With my last feat of strength,
I pulled her from the shackles of her torment,
and placed them ‘pon me,
Taking all her pain,
receiving all her anguish,
freeing her soul,
with my ain.

And for her love,
for her life,
for an eternity,
as promised long ago,
as pledged by star’s light,
to protect her fore’er ‘fore myself,
I exchanged my freedom for her own,
and shackled my soul in her stead,
in this tower of purgatory.

‘Live free my love,
and in your thoughts,
your dreams,
your prayers,
think of me,
for I shall’nt e’er forget you.’

My Dragonfly by Jonas Hyde

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My Dragonfly
by Jonas Hyde

‘Wherefore art thou?’
my love,
my dear,
I weep ‘pon the eve’s cool mid night,
wishing my words held their weight,
as when whispered in times of yore.

Alas,
I lie,
here alone in an emerald field,
crimson rivers marbling my eyes,
dripping oceans of despair,
drowning out my soul.

I battle the restlessness,
as I try and fall to the fatigue,
the weariness that ne’er claims me,
and tho’ I long for it to,
it allows me no respite,
no reprieve from the pain.

My heart pounds,
as my mind wanders,
is it curse enough I lie alone,
that I must feel the anguish in each moment,
in every breath,
of lonely solitude?

And just as hope is to exhale,
in concert with my final gasp,
salvation comes to me,
on the gentle wind,
of Zephyr’s embrace,
giving me reason to invite the dawn.

I reach out my hand,
expose my palm,
which is as naked,
bare,
and stripped as my soul,
when she softly lands ‘pon me.

Fragile faerie,
whose gentle touch soothes my pain,
tempering the tempest,
the battle that rages within,
gives me strength,
with just a look.

I pull her close,
fearful she shall fly away once more,
as she has so often ‘fore,
tho’ this time she remains,
and her sweet scent,
bewitches me.

“Fear not my love,
I am here,”
she finally whispers in reply to my pleas,
words I have longed for,
yearned to hear for an eternity,
as her lips meet mine.

For the first time in fore’er,
and a night more,
my eyes close,
as I taste her pumpkin spice,
and my wounds heal,
as I soak her in.

My head falls back softly,
guided by her own strength,
with a vigor and potency,
unbecoming of her size,
and I drift off,
relishing in a slumber I have enjoyed all too rare.

The dreams of that night,
are a tale to be told another time,
for it will take a score or ten,
to find the words of solace I felt,
but when I awoke,
I did so with the verity of a new dawn.

And tho’ fairies are figures,
of tales and dreams,
her scent still lingered,
her taste was still ‘pon my lips,
and in her stead,
fluttered the wings of my dragonfly.

The Moment
by Jonas Hyde

On shadowed night,
the gelid winds,
pillaged my soul.

From the darkness,
her hand ushered the path to salvation,
rekindling what I thought fore’er lost.

The luminance of my evening star,
the song of my muse,
the touch of my dragonfly.

I entered her cave,
the storm raging outside,
mirroring the tempest within me.

At first I doubted my eyes,
questioned my heart,
Did either betray me?

But her lullaby transfixed me,
soothing my fears,
bridging the col betwixt breath and dream.

Fore’er she spoke
lamenting of love,
of loss.

In return,
I could barely respond,
as I was lost within her.

Lost within her eyes,
wandering through her soul,
ne’er wanting to depart.

Trying not to mislay a minute more,
wishing time would cease for my passion,
I approached.

With a kiss,
our link was sealed,
bond framed by lust and love.

If a moment is measured by a breath,
than the meter of our song,
should be judged by the Gods.

For on that eve,
a night that lasts and lingers within my nous,
I had my moment with my muse.

The taste of her flesh,
the heat of her passion,
the scent of her lust.

Fore’er etched,
carved into the stone of earth,
woven into the fabric of our lives.

I recall her touch,
remember her motion,
and long to remain in that dance evermore.

The moment tho’ was fleeting,
as such is the curse,
of love and life.

The morn next when I awoke,
a dream it was not,
for there was my muse.

Still blanketed in my arms,
her fingers wrapped within mine,
our breath scoring a melody for the ages.

But there is where the pain begins,
when the moment ends,
when her song sings no more.

I want not to release her,
I yearn to keep her close,
but it was not meant to be.

For as hard as I tried,
for as long as I fought,
I received no more.

For my muse is ethereal,
and tho’ our bond was real,
her soma I could no longer touch.

As a spectre of the past,
a memory ne’er to be forgotten,
our time now exists only in song and rhyme.

But by cause of that night I shalln’t e’er forget,
the rebirth of my soul,
my moment with my muse.

Solace’s Song
by Jonas Hyde

Eve’s satellite winks her eye,
through and through,
the pinhole of her child’s darkness,
in point,
the veil,
that cloaks the nightmare woven of fear,
of sorrow.

The girl stands clouded,
bosom pounding at the edge of the storm,
the fine line where the rain falls just ‘fore her feet.

Draped in the nurture of her lover’s strength,
she steps.

Saline pelts from the sky,
droplets of worry,
regret,
hurt,
anguish.

With each stride,
the storm’s edge recedes further.

The calamities,
and tragedies,
of life,
and love,
hold nary a grip,
held at bay,
by her lover’s rapport.

Shortly she stands,
‘pon the cliff’s line,
at the precipice of choice.

“Weep no longer,
my dearest,
my love,”
he sings gently to her.

“Let the fears of yore,
remain merely memory,
whilst the spark of our souls guide you forth,”

Cursing caution,
she withdraws the trammels of incertitude,
and leaps.

The vehemence,
the madness,
the fury true,
of life’s tempest,
rages against her,
tho’ scathes no more.

The burthens that held her back,
plunges to the void,
whilst her soul surges,
soaring on the whispered wind,
of Solace’s Song.

Consume
by Jonas Hyde

I bestir to her essence,
burned within my psyche,
whilst longing for her touch.

Darkened princess,
she who consumes my thoughts,
nay my soul.

I strain for her,
for hair of chocolate rivers,
for the scent that entrances me,
for the eyes that pierce my depths.

Her voice gives me meaning,
as I yearn,
as I long for more of her victuals.

To exist within her heart,
to perish within her arms,
such are my sacred appeals.

Yet my entreaty is the Tempter’s gift,
a tainted endowment,
for I consume the wine of our passion alone.

I curse the solitude of this love.

To subsist in ignorance may not be as sweet,
tho’ surely,
would not be as bitter,
just with verity I can be sure,
such a life,
would be a sin of breath.

Thusly I step,
my umbrageous path illuminated by my Evening Star,
my intimate suffering mended by the salve of my muse.

I implore you,
consume my love,
for you consume me my love.