Disclaimer: I do not own the Labyrinth or the characters in it, nor do I make any profit from this story in anyway.
Silent Cherished Things
There are dreams that roam free like wild birds
Fool's fancies that nests in willing minds
Fickle stuff that fly away with dawn
But then…
There are those made and given
Soft lights and gold flavored evenings
Delicate gifts, to the point of nonexistence…
Silent, cherished things
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I think such thoughts when I stand near you
Under the weight of your presence
In this speck of a room
My boots dare not even whisper
As a hush breathes forward, hovers, settles
Blanketing you like well wishes
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Curtains lift and I am the black knight
Shielding you from cold air
Beneath my shadow, you sigh
And press parted lips to the soft skin of pillows
Your black hair strewn careless, chaotic…
I deny the twitch, to press my fingers to
Features made flawless by the grace of sleep
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I watch.
I wait.
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My hands stay fast as the room fills
Overflowing with dreams, soaking in
You do not drown…you do not even flounder
And I know you are dancing
Beyond the light of the moon
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You smile sleepily
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A small part of me that was thirsty is quenched
I can withstand the distance between once again
As I imagine you swaying,
Holding fast with white laced gloves
The eloquent, unspeakable…
…
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It is a promise I hide here in your room
Only when you slumber
Where light can not unearth my suffering
As I picture your head resting on my shoulder
Under a pale chandler
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One day I will reach you
I will not stand in the shadows,
Away from your smile
I will not have to feel your absence
Like some unforgiving ache
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One Day…
When the dream ends…I will be here
To watch your eyes open in the morning
And you will see me
A stranger, no longer masking adoration,
A man who yearns quietly for the impossible
A King, made worthy –
By all these silent, cherished things.