into the clouds love go

 La Belle Dame sans Merci (Sir Frank Dicksee, 1903)

La Belle Dame sans Merci (Sir Frank Dicksee, 1903)

I called on a king and horse for a ride

to whisk me away past every last cloud

in turn he asked when taking my hand if I’d be his new bride

and rule with him in a far off land where the whole of truth reigns

unbowed

he mends and shelters my broken heart

until the disease of emptiness within it departs

til  my spirit spills over from the fullness of  loves power

the beast that is famine now  satisfied

his pure heart prevails, into the kind suns warmth we set sail

to a peaceful realm, in the kingdom of  blue and gold towers

a beautiful life we live in promised absolute happiness

entwined forever until the hour that steals our very last breath

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