In the Halls of Crystal Dreams

In the halls of crystal dreams I strode, withholding all my screams I rode the storm out patiently In that mirrored gallery Each facet clear and brightly shone A love that I have never known So delicate yet sharp, the hone Of each gem’s salary But none of these that I will view Is properly reflecting you I taint them all with love until A reddish tinge across will spill Each shifting portrait in my mind Is patient, loving, bright and kind Till Truth and Time prove otherwise You are my hall of mirrors, my prize Yet even so, I wish to know When caught within reality’s blow If there still lies, within your eyes Some spark, some hidden glow Of what my hinted hopes have shown And if, within that time, we’ve grown Closer together, weathered out The storms of Time and Woe and Doubt On that sweet day, we will have wed A Love not built on sin or lies And we’ll on honey-dew have fed And drunk the milk of paradise. Mark Burton Monday, December 05, 2005, 4:33 P.M.