Like a golden prince
a world away his eyes bathe in meditation at the warm topaz sunset
eyes looking out over quiet fields where the restless wind shudders
falling to its knees like an obedient servant before a loving master

Like a magician
whose fingertips persuade budding flowers to burst blooming ready ripe on the vines
intimidating the sun himself to tremble for permission to rise and set

Ruler of quiet beauty
illuminating skies a brilliant blue and casting spells on the moon
He draws me in closer within his kingdom where each day I grow
more obsessed to be his possession.

Nikki Lockhart