Ballad of the night

Dreaming for a distant Lover
Her ideal Prince
Dancing among the stars,
Upon the velvet stage
Wearing his chivalric white clothing,
Captivating with his heavenly grace.
And she is fully dressed
Like a Priestess of Time –
A true monastic appearance in purple.
Flying to him with wings of her dream,
They waltz to the spherical music...
Under the glowing moonlight.
*
Her heart fluttering
As she dips in his arms,
He leans in for the finale,
Like in a cryptic ballad of the night.
Then, something undeclared,
Like a powerful swirl of mist
Got them frozen in time.
Like a monument that feels
No need to proclaim, yet,
Maintaining a meaning
For Love to be cherished.
*
Now all is gone...
Eclipsed by the rising sun,
Her heart burned to ashes,
Her nocturnal love lost,
In the highest of lights,
She awakes heart-broken,
For she has kissed the Prince,
Then he got frozen.
She doesn't know why,
But there is something spectacular
About frozen monuments.
She may live into one distant day
To find the answer.

Neli Fatu de Valahia
Toronto – February, 2006.