Pale Blue Velvet Eyes

What honor the Fates hath bestowed upon the year of my awakening.
I was told unknowing of your arrival, told many times by a friend of mine,
Yet never did I imagine that such a friend would be found within my 3rd year waiting.

Out of the blue, out of the confusion of those souls I thought I knew
Came you, radiating an aura unknown to those that only believe what they are shown.

The Empress informed me of your star shining brightly upon the horizon
Yet still I did not believe, and never did I conceive the prospect of beauty more
Out of bounds than that of which I had previously known, how wrong I was shown to be.

For the Crescent Lady whispered of your coming towards the midnight sun,
And there, hanging soft upon shades of the Moon was a story, a new chapter begun.

Strange as it was I never did realize until of late, that through the oracle of tarot
The Fates had bestowed upon me a time of preparation for your coming, yet believeI did not and now I remain within a form growing more abused as the days go by.

Still offer myself a shoulder to cry on do I, As I offer you, you of pale blue velvet eyes.

poem by David Lacey
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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