the day was called beauty

 
tender is the day who first saw you
shy on gentle feet I enter your halls
beholding your story scribed on the walls
with reverence, I come into your cathedral of trust
 
hidden keeper of dreams
who dare not believe but in silence hoped
I appeared to you once in a vision
you watched me from afar
quietly to not disturb the majesty of the moment
 
years passed the lady and her quill lie dreaming
a sleepwalker unaware of her surroundings  
she sent archaic love letters to the gods
handwritten and stained with her tears
she wrote them year after year in hope...
 
to the winds, she whispered her heart's desire
on the wildflowers, she delicately secreted her story
on their very petals, her history told
she dare not tell any mortal  
such an awkward interloper of humanity
her beauty shaded glory...only witnessed by the sun
 
stain glass emotions reflect the full spectrum
her innocence her covering no man ever taste her  
chaste wisdom crowned her
evolving through time and space
to be at her predestined destination...
 
where she met you... in the temple of understanding
afraid to approach she sent her darkness to taste you
disarming her for the first time...  
since her mortal journey began
undressing her soul for the bridegroom
 
she meets you in your chambers trembling
a child inside her sweet heather's kiss
a woman her desires fully realized in a man
 
you hold me close and whisper open your eyes...
this isn't a dream awaken slumberer
you've met your appointed date
 
you lay me down on your love letters
written to me over the centuries
enter my halls of remembrance  
and bring me to life
a woman who finally entered her grace
 
with tears streaming down my face
I behold my King