LeReveNoir
We lay between mountains and castles, repos'ed:
the knight, the princess, and I.
In waking we are the bohemian cousins,
traveling sky to sky.
Silver coins playing at our bending ankles,
we travel for traveling's sake.
I carry no scepter nor sword in my hand, but
the breath that comes with awake.
The knight, while walking, sings an uncommon tune,
a sad, plaintive melody--
that the steel under which he hid all his heart had
betrayed him for cavalry.
The princess wears flower-woven words in her hair,
but dark ink stains at her wrists.
Still only she finds the best roses for weaving,
sighing a bit as she twists.
And I? What to say? I step through the tree roots,
following them with a song.
I nurture a tune of yet unexplored lands,
convincing the road we belong.
We lay under heavens, foreboding and still:
the knight, the princess, and I.
In waking we are the bohemian cousins,
sky to sky to sky.
the knight, the princess, and I.
In waking we are the bohemian cousins,
traveling sky to sky.
Silver coins playing at our bending ankles,
we travel for traveling's sake.
I carry no scepter nor sword in my hand, but
the breath that comes with awake.
The knight, while walking, sings an uncommon tune,
a sad, plaintive melody--
that the steel under which he hid all his heart had
betrayed him for cavalry.
The princess wears flower-woven words in her hair,
but dark ink stains at her wrists.
Still only she finds the best roses for weaving,
sighing a bit as she twists.
And I? What to say? I step through the tree roots,
following them with a song.
I nurture a tune of yet unexplored lands,
convincing the road we belong.
We lay under heavens, foreboding and still:
the knight, the princess, and I.
In waking we are the bohemian cousins,
sky to sky to sky.
