The Pirate King

[Hunter]

The Pirate King

The Hawk flies north
to rescue her Pirate King
determined
her heart bursting
in her feathered chest
her mind's eye focused
on his face
his Valley eyes

she found him and
closed her tired wings
around him
he ruffled her feathers
and held her tight

in the twilight of predawn
I wake
feel the pang of empty arms
as the rapture of the dream
fades away into the Dark

I rise
throw open the shutters
watch the moon's reflection
dance across the lake

I know that
somewhere in this world
my Pirate King watches
the same moon as I

so I can wait a little longer
I lay back down
and dream
of bandanas and swords

of a future yet to come

[Mac]

in our dreams, we can be many things but it is what's in the heart that leads to our desires. Nice read.

Mac

[Mikepoet]

This was a lonely poem and I felt lonely after reading it.

[Hunter]

Mac, thank you

Mike, thanks. Yes, it is lonely... but we made a promise... northern stars are different to southern stars, but the moon is the same. And it's watching the both of us.

So we have that link, at least.