How strange
is it to have to ask
for keys to
open our own hearts.
To ask someone else
to unlock it,
should the demon
escape from the dungeons.
What fills the heart
is but not a demon,
it is an angel.
Teach him to fly,
perhaps he’ll return to you,
if not, he will be free as
should be.
Teach her to swim,
and she shall conquer
the oceans ahead,
no matter how stormy
the weather.
How strange
is it to have to ask
for keys to
open our own hearts?
‘You call it love my lord?’ said the Princess as she played with the curtains draped over the balcony.
‘For there is nothing finer than your face, my lady,’ spoke the smitten Lord.
‘But one must close their eyes to feel love, it has no sight. One cannot hear it, it has no sound. A deep abyss it is. Are you ready to dance in it, my lord?’
‘You frighten me of love my fair one, but my heart has been crossed, forever and a deeper abyss could do no harm.’
‘What is there that these gold coins cannot buy,’ said the merchant proudly. The coins with holes in them was hanging around his torso bound by a thick wire.
‘Gold coins you say,’ said the young man. ‘For the matters of the heart it is still the barter system.’
‘I will find you a trader for your heart,’ said the merchant and walked away.
‘You can’t have everything all the time, Princess Vali.’
The princess nodded her head silently.
‘But if you do wish for everything, sometime,’ added Lord Vadin, ‘Then you must do your best, and then let destiny roll the dice.’
And they watched the night sky fill with stars, the colors of the space engulfed the atmosphere.
