DIANA
(The People’s Princess)
You walk in the splendor of life
with footsteps of feathers and lace.
Like Actaeon before me
I dare not cross your path,
for I who hunted the wild and free horizon
now beg you for thy love and mercy.
Thus, fear not from me Diana,
for I am not a prince!
The trail my destined past, must not, I pray,
my future smear.
I have felt the ebb of emptiness
and seen the ruin of castles made of sand,
I've endured the illusion of a once charmed love.
I...now can bear the truth
and feel the ripples of a quiet sea.
For you who came to me, and not with fear,
aimed your bow and arrow,
And I winced and spied the mellow rich desire in your eyes.
I sensed...and fell, and in the fall
I arched my spine and reached for you,
but where?
Where are you?
I turn to search for you Diana,
And I beg you; “Are you free?"
And then...I see...
I see you are not there,
No!
You're here...with me.
with me.
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