In my dreams there was a castle by the sea
And I sat upon the throne of my insecurity.
A nightingale called to me
To show me what I had to be
Washed in flame my sight proclaimed
A frail young tainted saint, so lost and ashamed
Her lips were cracked like cellophane
When I left high school so He claims
This same belle of my dreams was to inspire novels
And now the light whisks away the dusk
Can you hear the nightingale?
Can you see the wings?
The wind howls advice at me
"That girl still needs a dark winters knight, to guide her through to morning light."
As I see her through a glass darkly
I proclaim without shame
"Bright as your soul
Is the love in your hands
Hands that are as bright
As the body you are within"
Coming closer, ever present in the clearest of rains
I opened the door and was once more forced to proclaim more adoration for the saint that did not know my name:
"Amongst the stars you burn like fires raining down from Heaven’s gates
And to adversaries this drives them quite irate
Tonight, all the ones who despise you
Last night sung of your glory
Don’t you see the power of the Words God said to give you life?
The payment for this gift had to come from strife."
My heart is an open chasm from which all love used to reside
Bitter from entrusted souls that only widened the divide
Of that blasphemed place called my heart
I see that angel of light, crying again, with bitter pains
Against that beautiful paned window
Stained with tears of her sorrow
The tainted saint turns, and comes to meet me
Her eyes are like candles
Her hair like silk
The beautiful belle speaks from her guilt
"You love me for my body and because lust is reborn
The serpent dressed me and left me craving more
Once upon the world I was alive
But now with soul deadened from all my as you called it ‘strife’
I have nothing more to give.
Leave now for my sin will only tarnish you
This is all I have to give
This is all I crave
Sorrow and despair
Makes me beg for better days.”
I know not what to say
Nor what to do
This angelic creature stares with her silver eyes
As if to say “I love you, be mine.”
And in that Cathedral, I found my bride.