Set upon the wings of dreams it is that i invite you in.
Come, penetrate my eyes- Press play to begin.

Whispering on the winds of fantasies my words form places rarely seen.
I spin my tales and riddles for the love of my long dreamt of queen.

I cry out to the night in well versed tears.
The universe all to well knows my innermost fears.

In the dark of light brave shadows ferociously fight.
Their battles rage daily unto the very onset of night.

A young girl sighs, a flower dies, somewhere inside my soul it cries.
Is a prince to be full of darkness and night or also one of radiant light?

Vivid scenes hold me hostage while others sleep.
All so that my words might move a princess to joyfully weep.

Into the brave new tomorrow we will always blindly go.
What the end of the day will bring we seldom know.

Little makes sense and less is right,
So just close your eyes, sit quiet and tight.


Your devoted poet is here to read for his princess tonight.

~Billy, 2010