THE KING OF ABANDONMENT

The king of abandonment

Strides towards the tall gates

Of his Empire

He must go on a search

For his long lost queen.

Lost did I say

We are never truly gone

Only disappear as a mist

That blankets 

The innocent pines

On the high mountains 

Till they slumber.

The Queen sits on a rock

Weaving a tapestry

She would return

Only till

The frayed edges 

Surrender

Only then 

Will she return.

She sits on the plains 

Young and wild

The plains of 

Giddying freedom

Set out against

The earth of 

Infinite bondage.

Her king journeys on

Towards the woods of 

Wistful Longing

The light from the canopy 

Falls upon the floor

Drawing a path homeward

But he journeys on.

The river flows between the valley 

Separating the banks of 

Must and Should

Small furies of water

Dance above the rest

Before drowning inevitably 

In the uncountable droplets.

The sun rises above the Hinterlands

As the king approaches

The Lawless Lands

The sands sigh as drops of his tears fall

"More!"

They cry

But he heeds them not.

The fire spades 

Falling from heaven

Cry

"You are loved."

Before burning him inside.

"Heaven?"

He looks up

He sees only

The unforgiving sun

He is blinded.

Before the darkness creeps in 

He sees

The swallows flying in the sky

Towards the sun

Vanishing in

The golden

The red

The yellow.

He sits on the edge of a cliff

He is not the king of the Rivers of Amber

The Lands of Golden Dawn

He was the King

Of the Mountains he could hold in his palms

The woods that danced 

To worship the setting sun.

The king of bare grasses

Of the feral horses that galloped

Untamed towards liberty

The sparrows 

Who sung their children

The lullabies of wilderness.

Of the children who waged wars with the clouds

Running wildly with the breeze

Believing they could outrun the storm.

Of the still lake cradling the unborn world

Bringing the Heavens down to Earth.