Memoirs of A Knight

There were nights when I felt lost,
And following days when I felt found,
The goal almost not worth the cost,
With so many emotions fully abound.

I sat upon the edge of thought,
In a journey solely my own,
Riding upon a ticket that can't be bought,
While reality appeared overthrown.

Setting adrift in a tossing ship,
Waves continuously heaving,
There was no destination for the trip,
All just a web of imagination's weaving.

My eyes let go of a focal point,
Going on beyond the distance of staring,
The hinges of rationality out of joint,
And all sound exceeded the limits of blaring.

Escaping on a musical whim,
I fled from the chains of the day,
Every note shining thru the dim,
Leading me on my way.

There was a voice I needed to hear,
The one in which resided my fate,
It would rescue me from my lonesome fear,
The sweet sound of my own soul-mate.

Long had I searched in vain,
Trudging my path thru a living dark,
Suffering so much indescribable pain,
Waiting for my true love to hark.

The moment when it occurred,
Still seems like a dream to me,
Beautiful words which I heard,
Resonate like a starry night at sea.

From that day forward it's been forever written,
A loving novel now in permanent ink,
The darkest knight now glowing and smitten,
By his one and only dearest Tink.